Exactly one year ago, on this day, I finally decided to enter the technological world of geek-dom and get myself a blog, an online journal of sorts.
I know I haven't been the most faithful blog writer in the world and have let you down so many times. You have to understand that I am but an inexperienced, fickle, hormonal teenager quite prone to angst filled outbursts (for one more year, at least) and this sort of behaviour is what is expected of me. Sometimes, pressures from the society can be quite burdening, and I am forced to behave in the manner people expect a person in my age group to behave in.
A lot of things can happen in the period of a year, but a lot of things can remain the same too. I have not yet managed to find solutions to issues that I promised to last year. The world still has a lot of problems such as global warming, Dan Brown, nuclear weapons, K-Fed, Iraq, Paris Hilton's wardrobe and Darfur; but rest assured, I am still working on them, and maybe one day, who knows, I might actually miraculously do something to solve them.
Even though I haven't done much in this whole year, there are some things that I have successfully managed to accomplish. I have gotten myself successfully out of high school, for one. Sometimes, on the most angst filled days of my teenage career, it used to seem that my school building was going to keep me hostage in its murky corridors for the rest of my life. But I have managed to surpass my fears, graduate from high school and have gotten myself enrolled into a university.
My entire blogging experience has been disappointingly wonderful. I do not have scary stories of Internet stalkers to narrate to my grandchildren. But I have met some really great people though you, my dearest journal. Both Ash and Szerelem did not turn out to be porn stars in disguise, paedophiles or middle aged men with no life, but relatively normal people. I have also not succeeded in maintaining my anonymity thanks to certain people on here who couldn't resist looking me up on facebook.
I am not going to make you fickle promises for next year, dearest diary because I don't intend to keep them. But what I can assure you is that I shall do my best and become the better person you want me to be.
With much love from your one and only,
Pan
I know I haven't been the most faithful blog writer in the world and have let you down so many times. You have to understand that I am but an inexperienced, fickle, hormonal teenager quite prone to angst filled outbursts (for one more year, at least) and this sort of behaviour is what is expected of me. Sometimes, pressures from the society can be quite burdening, and I am forced to behave in the manner people expect a person in my age group to behave in.
A lot of things can happen in the period of a year, but a lot of things can remain the same too. I have not yet managed to find solutions to issues that I promised to last year. The world still has a lot of problems such as global warming, Dan Brown, nuclear weapons, K-Fed, Iraq, Paris Hilton's wardrobe and Darfur; but rest assured, I am still working on them, and maybe one day, who knows, I might actually miraculously do something to solve them.
Even though I haven't done much in this whole year, there are some things that I have successfully managed to accomplish. I have gotten myself successfully out of high school, for one. Sometimes, on the most angst filled days of my teenage career, it used to seem that my school building was going to keep me hostage in its murky corridors for the rest of my life. But I have managed to surpass my fears, graduate from high school and have gotten myself enrolled into a university.
My entire blogging experience has been disappointingly wonderful. I do not have scary stories of Internet stalkers to narrate to my grandchildren. But I have met some really great people though you, my dearest journal. Both Ash and Szerelem did not turn out to be porn stars in disguise, paedophiles or middle aged men with no life, but relatively normal people. I have also not succeeded in maintaining my anonymity thanks to certain people on here who couldn't resist looking me up on facebook.
I am not going to make you fickle promises for next year, dearest diary because I don't intend to keep them. But what I can assure you is that I shall do my best and become the better person you want me to be.
With much love from your one and only,
Pan
19 comments:
I have said this before and I'll say it again... with the Internet, anonymity is a joke.
A person(s) found you on facebook? That does seem like a scary-stalker situation to me.
*laughs at in-joke*
What an adorable post!
And I am sorry I did not turn out to be a porn star in disguise, paedophile or middle aged man with no life. I am sure that would have been more interesting, eh??
And btw, you added me on facebook...so I just want to clarify I have no stalkerish tendencies....except maybe where Zidane and Pamuk are concerned....
Nitin: Well, it wouldn't have been a joke if I wasnt stalked :)Wheeeee, I have a scary stalker situation. That suddenly makes me feel very cool, thank you!
Szerelem: I'm sorry to say that Jeremy Irons and Ralph Fiennes are not on your stalker list. I'm sure they feel horrible abour losing out to Zidane and Pamuk ;)
Nah, wasnt talking about you being stalkerish. At least I knew your full name when I added you on facebook, unlike other people who found me out without knowing my name :D
Hmm, strange you worry about other people being stalkerish when you're the one who looked me up on Facebook! I mean I didn't even know I was on there until you mentioned it! Bearing in mind I don't even attempt to be anonymous...well doesn't that qualify as stalkerish? :P
Here's to another year of awesome blogginess :)
I second Ash...
You found me on Facebook first.
So what I did was a response. It was war.
muahahaha.....I can see that you are the stalker.... :P :P :P
And what can I say about Irons and Fiennes...I needed to prioritize...;)
Ash and Nitin - I am a victim of internet bullying. I have everyone ganging up on me now :(
Nitin - Hey, at least I didnt send messages to friend you and creep you out and let you be, which is more than I can say for you :P
Szerelem: Have you seen Irons in Elizabeth I (the tv series with Helen Mirren)? He's absolutely wonderful! I should really buy that Lolita audiobook that you wrote about. Its one of my favourite books.
Oh, Comawwwn... I could never be sure unless I sent the messages.
All I can say is this...
"Yes, I'm a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity..." From the Hacker's Manifesto- my Bible.
Sigh....this is when I wish I had a TV. To see Jeremy Irons. BUT I ordered it on Amazon and it shall be arrivin soon...so :D :D :D
I can then ogle all I want at Mr. Irons...heee...ok I shall stop now...
Hmm, a stalker with a martyr complex. That's not really not very endearing you know. Don't you think so Nitin?
>>>Ash
Wow... Does that come off as martyr complex?
I was just being my dramatic self.
No, no! I was referring to Pan:
"Ash and Nitin - I am a victim of internet bullying. I have everyone ganging up on me now :("
Her being the scary facebook stalker as well.
Oh.
Yeah I agree. But I really can't complain much... I found her and crept(?) her out.
I pity poor Pan. She was just a curious cat with a lot of idle time in her hands.
Ash & Nitin: Guys, erm. Stop replying to each other on my comments board. Tis muchly weird!
I dont have a martyr complex. I'm just being picked upon by people who are much older than me, sniff. I'm not going to go and hide under my pillow.
If you don't like our comments that's alright, Nitin and I will just start emailing each other about you behind your back! :P
Or maybe you can distract us with more posts :)
Ash, Nitin, stop ganging up on Pan! Only I am allowed to mock her!
Pan, this is the loveliest post you've ever written. My favourite so far.
BUCK!
Yeah. And we are not "muchly" older than you...
Ah, so that's what it takes to wake TPF from her slumber...
Yeah, I told her about how everyone was picking on me and she decided to grace us with her presence and check out the situation herself :)
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