[Chewing Gum Crisis: the downfall of Privacy and Moral Ethics]
by YBLalat

First of all, I would like to express my deepest regret and most sincere apology (I do not believe I am actually apologizing for this) for my utterly impetuous action of posting yesterday’s journal in a teen-fad language that never caught on to the vast public’s interest. Hilarious as it is phonetically and grammatically, the jumbled up words were a burden to the mind of readers to be deciphered at first peruse, where this situation contradicts the true intents of surfing the Internet: to have an easygoing experience of a virtual reality, filled with fun and relaxation while picking up effortless knowledge along the journey. My recent post had, unintentionally, jeopardized that sacred notion.

A number of people were pissed off by their own inability to comprehend the post at the instance of sight, though the method at which the words were pronounced (and spelled) was straightforwardly understandable even by the worst of the intellectually challenged. However, the nature of the post was taken not as a light and humorous anecdote to welcome the impending summer session classes, but as an insult added to injury to those who felt disgusted by it. Thus, as a man worthy of his intelligence and respect for others, I make it my sole responsibility towards you, to ensure that none of this will ever happen again. You have my word of honor.

The wildly speculating rumor about me being very much concerned about my fluctuating weight and that I have embarked on a new phase in my youth life by reviving that exercising persona, having been dormant within me for so many years, that jogging fatso, that sweating pig, had taken its bold face so upfront and its nosy curiosity point blank at mine. I felt annoyed and displeased when confronted for comments on the validity of those issues by those who showed a condescending interest at it. Furthermore, I found the situation very surprising, since only those who read this journal know about my recent escapade in exercise-land, and that the rumors had leaked so profusely and traveled so rapidly, it has reached the secluded earlobes of even the most unexpected individuals.

This matter once again redirects us to the topic of breach of privacy, especially relating to the security of my real life identity, as the writer of this journal, and also the protection of the contents displayed on this page, whereas you have been told repeatedly before, they should not be made accessible to the attention of the unaware public, especially to those who have the ability of immediate contact with me in person, in terms of either a face-to-face correspondence in reality or in a virtual medium. I wish to have willed this rather obvious but strong message to you, my dear readers, in a more forceful approach, so that you would understand its importance to me personally and how significant a simple bond of trust between us, this pact of confidentiality, would nurture the future posts of this journal, may it become more frank and truthful, and revealing deeper insights.

All this will come down to the sole impact on me, being that this personal journal is more than it seems, as I have treated it with my utter respect and decorated with my most sincere intellect to assist me in becoming a mentally healthy person and a more sociable being. Thus, I desire your cooperation and for this simple favor, I express my gratitude. I sense that you may or may not feel bewildered by my stated request above, for it is very unusual even to the most senior Internet users, but let me assure you that all will be well from this and let it not burden my mind or yours in our future communication. In fear of being labeled a ‘weirdo’ (duh!), I assume that it might be wise of me to elucidate further on the reasons of why I had wished persuasively of such request.

To the core, I am a private person by innate nature. Unlike normal people, I seek happiness through the agony of solitude and unlike those who conform to the norms of the majority, I seek seclusion when plagued by life’s hindrance. Whenever I am troubled, I do not run to the assistance of friends or family, but to the darkest corner of my room, reflecting on myself the torment that had and will happen, and from that, surfaces heaven-sent enlightenment. Thinking creates a moment of bliss in my case, and being that my mind is always occupied, there will be a less likely chance that I would give a damn about others’ problems. Essentially, I do not provide help and advice voluntarily to those who are whining, unless the causes of that had something to do with me or if not aided promptly, it will also be my problem. Only when I am asked respectfully, will I offer my service of help to him/her, but nothing more after that. The business is done. For I despise the Malay concept of ‘termakan budi’ because of its historical abuse in our political system, never will I let it infect me in my citizen life.

Thus, privacy of expression gives me the freedom of thought. The more I think, the less I feel. Have you not learn from your past that the persuasion of feelings, the influence of emotions only further corrode the strength of your decisions and aggravate your wounded heart, severed by yesterday’s previous regrets? To survive the challenges of an academic rat race and to prepare for the hassles of corporate employment in the near future, a leveled mind requires a sense of disassociation from elements of disruption, which consists mainly of sympathy for the weak and love for the close. I need to be ruthless and I need to be methodical; I could not afford a new mistake. Not after landing myself into the trenches of a corporate contract that governs the next ten years of my future. Suddenly I feel like a whore, selling my academic abilities to the whims of a conglomerate. I feel this life I am living is a brothel full of a prostitute’s filth and a pimp’s greed. If I am paid to excel, thus that mean I am eating dirty money whenever I flunk?