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it's another sunday afternoon;
just that i have to spend more time on work instead.
not really happy with this weekend;
suddenly time seems to pass so fast.
there, tomorrow i have to go back to school.
and it's another week of dried, peaceful, routine.

sometimes i wonder at this point of time,
how many people are there,
still faithfully reading each and every post i typed here.
i have friends who come forward to me,
not embarrassed to say,
"Hey I kinda stop reading your blog for a while,
'cause its just too cheem for me."

and hence, i always assumed that i don't have much readers;
except for few stalkers, which i great appreciated.

well this somehow give me a good feeling of peace;
at least, since i assumed that no one reads the heck i'm writing,
i can write everything from my mind in piece;
every word, every phrase,
whatever i thought of, they just land on the keyboard,
then to the screen, then to your eyes.

so well, certain times i do get response from some people;
a few juniors and friends motivated by my 'propaganda',
and then some classmates who really want to know how i feel.
and then some platoon mate who reads the crap,
and then come along crapping with me.

there's time when whatever i typed here earned me trouble;
in fact, cyber life just becomes a relatively large part of daily routine.
cyber and reality just mixed up together-
after all whatever things you see here,
is just a translation of information from reality onto your screen.

so many times, as i said, i get into trouble.
yeah, people hate me, accused me, spam my blog.
not until when i did things the realistic way to solve cyber matters.
many just shut up when a police warning end up in their mailbox.

certainly this blog made me sort of infamous;
yet, on the other hand, it earn me fame.
some people saw this as an alternative of my personality;
to the extend of wondering whether i typed all these.
yes, you are wrong, THIS IS ME.

it earned me respect from certain people,
like how it earned me hatred;
and then, just some recognition that i am one good writer.

the digits at the visitor counter don't really bother me nowadays;
after months of writing, more or less i do have some 'regular customers',
who come here maybe once a week, once a month, once a fortnight.
and sometimes i just wonder why they don't relate me in the reality with this blog.

maybe it's just kind of extraordinary that i can write something like this.
to many it's just something hard to swallow.

certain times i do hoped something i typed is view by certain people;
be it an apology, an appraisal, some inspiring stories;
i do hope people get my message.
people tend not to get my message in reality.
so i think the cyber world is one good alternative.

if suddenly one interesting person in school has a blog,
surely you will want to find out what's written there right?

it's the same theory here.

again, i wonder how many of you are still faithfully reading this blog.
perhaps this post, like many others;
just get ignore for days, then at the end of the week,
end up in the archives like many other post.
then maybe some random guy might dig this out some months or years later.

and i must say this blog is one huge personal asset;
besides the command of 27 men, this blog comes next under the legal name of yitian.

sometimes i wonder if i would live life off blogging,
like many bloggers did.

but i do need a lot of support from you guys.

at this point of time,
i do hope that three groups of people are reading my post.
my 27 men on those dedicated to them;
those that are feeling sad or emo,
reading those inspiring posts;

and this gal. yea, it's a gal.

reading some of the post here;

digging up my past through the archives.

but then;

i know it's somehow impossible.