One of the most frequently asked questions I get from my friends, and even some readers is whether I expose myself too much on my blog.
I guess only my closest family and friends would know. Since they know every part of my life and thoughts, they would know if what I have shared online is 0.01% or 100% of my life.
I’ve never thought that one short post a day on things in my life that aren’t that special anyway would mean I have let on too much.
I’m not the only gal who lives overseas. I’m not the only housewife. I’m not the only gal with stepkids. I’m certainly and most definitely not the only gal who likes to take pictures, travel, cook and be philosophical about life.
There’s nothing special about my site, except that I am a normal person who actually shares.
I’m not uptight about privacy.. perhaps I don’t really think I’m that significant that people would choose to stalk me instead of.. say.. Ashton Kutcher.
I don’t sweat over people thinking I’m rich.. coz boy, would they be disappointed if they burglared me and discovered that they have forgotten to notice in my blog that I wear the same stuff day in day out and the most expensive thing I own is my laptop. There’s something called a password hor..
I don’t think people will want to kidnap my stepkids just coz I portray them to be so cute. I don’t really care if people want to steal my photos.. go ahead if they have a fetish for 500X320 pixel sized shots for their wallpaper. And I certainly don’t care if people use my recipes or my philosophical ideas. I’m only pissed if I wasn’t given credit for it.
And of course I do receive my share of judgmental, nasty comments.. those are freaking irritating and I always use my personalised special Delete Comment button on them and I would feel shiok after. Why let some lame people take me down with stupid remarks?
So, enjoy your time here. Every penning is an honest one. Have a good time here. But please.. don’t envy my life. Don’t wish you had my life. And don’t judge me. It’s not that it’s not fair to me. It’s not fair to YOU. You would be envying a life that you barely know. And one I can assure you was and has never been a bed of roses. No one’s life is perfect. Enjoy yours, just like I do with mine.