Two days ago, I was at my eldest sister’s home.
5xmom : Hey, I have thrown my old sofa away. I just bought a new set…*was about to continue describing the colour etc*
Sister : *cut short my conversation* Oh ya, I have seen it already.
5xmom : Huh?
Sister : The other day I saw it on your blog.
Die! I got another pair of eyes watching what I write. My eldest sister is 55 years old. I hope she doesn’t get hook to the net. She only saw my blog when she was at my nephew’s place in Kuala Lumpur. Now that she is back in Penang, I hope she will not ask my other nephew to teach her to use the computer and surf the net. *wipe cold sweats*
A week ago, someone I look up to (one of the Editor working in The Star) told me he lurks silently too.
Do you feel nervous when people you know whom you do not expect to read your blog, read your blog? Actually, I do not mind. In fact, I feel a lot more responsible. Anyway, I never b*tch about my own relatives except for the occasional in-laws rantings which are very mild.
B*tching about one own flesh and blood is a sure fire way to kill the blogger’s personality (unless they are blogging privately). It also reflects badly on one’s self. But many bloggers, especially the younger ones seem to have no borders and limits. I found one teenager who cursed being disturbed from his sleep eventhough his mother was badly hurt due to a fall and needed to go to the hospital. It gives me a chill to see the inner thoughts of such personalities.