To Blogger, With Love

Dear Blogger,

Don't try too hard to recall who I am. You won't know me. I know quite a bit about you though- your frens, your foes, your ups, your downs, your fears, your joys, your failures and triumphs. Even your supper and the booze.

Below is my confession and aplogies, whom I hope you will accept. For all the misdeeds, I seek your magnanimity and forgiveness.

Of how deplorable I was,
To click on those links without permission
To go through the labyrinth of nicknames
To get hold of your blog address;

While you,
Exemplified how much discipline and respect you have for others
By not trespassing on my blog
Even when my blog address was so blatantly obvious from my nick
Sorry

For how wronged and maligned you must feel,
Of the accusations flying around on your blog
Of wannabe whistle-blowers demanding how sitecounter readings can register such a big leap in numbers but not in the number of comments.
Of how F5 was widely suspected to be the key culprit behind those magnificent sitemeter numbers
Pardon me, for being in the passive lurker


For staying awake into the wee hours of the morning,
Just to upload pictures of refreshing drinks and describing the hi-life of clubbing, pubbing and partying to share with readers ;

While I hit the sack
Right after going for Breadtalk's 5th birthday celebrations
Without alerting my readers
Selfishly leaving all traces of the oil soaked, butter-glistening breads in, and only in the stomach
My ap0logies


For your thoughtfulness,
Posting entries only at the end of the day
So that readers can read in the comfort of their home;

While I inconsiderately post mine,
During the first break of dawn
So that they get caught, when sneakily reading it in the office
Pls forgive


Of how you tried to make your posts inspiring, happy and positive
Only to incur the wrath, nasty and hurtful emails of those telling you to stop acting cute;

While all I do is whine, lament, and complain in my blog
To receive the thank you notes and comments that I am so understanding and have expressed what they felt
I am ashamed

For the privacy that you sacrificed, so that readers get a glimpse of your thoughts, life and frens
Only to get snubbed as an attention seeker and have your secrets pried open by strangers;

While the cowardice in me twist and turn fables and fairy tales, concoct long stories to mask my real life stories
And get away with praises of having devised challenging brain teasers
I am embarrassed


Of how you have considered blogicide to end the pain
But still get no rest and peace
With volumes of rowdy readers and strangers galvanised to overturn the decison
Making nuisance comments
Demanding you make a comeback to give them more entertainment
Generating thousands of hits on your site counter;

Whereas, I, who have threatened to stop blogging many a times
Hardly receive a whimper of protest
Indicating the respect that I command
Silence, which means respect and consent
Terribly sorry


You so dun deserve this.
When all you've done is to help us kill time, save money that otherwise had to be spent on movie fee hikes, provide entertainment, fodder for gossips and ice breakers in awkward times.

I only hope the stakes would turn.


Your faithful blog lurker,
Cranberrymist