I have agreed to never attend any more blog gatherings. He says that the interview is good publicity but it all goes back to me revealing too much of myself.

He says that I am over friendly and I should learn to be more reserve. Well, there goes my promise to my journalist friend an interview with an identity. I'm sorry.

He is afraid of potential stalkers, crazy hackers and the likes. The probability is damn low but I understand there is a chance. I see where he is coming from. Am I just being rebellious by saying, "I KNOW. I KNOW how it is. I KNOW what to do,"?

My mother, frustrated, said, "DOn't make your daddy worry like that lah! Just stop blogging!!"

I CANNOT STOP BLOGGING.

It almost got to the point where I had to say, "Yes, I will stop blogging,". But I cannot.

Through tears I told them, "I don't defame anything, I don't talk bad about the people I know, I don't put myself in situations which will result in me getting sued,".

"Why do you think your blogger friends asked you to mosaic them out? It's because they know the danger that blogging can bring. One day when you are an important person, people can look you up and know about your past, and put it out to bring you down. THEN you will know," he rationalised.

Sobbing, I replied, "BUT I LOVE TO WRITE."

My dad soften his tone and said, "I love you, but you do what you want,I hope you know what you're doing,". His tone gave away an "I still don't think it's a good idea,".

Big fat tears still rolling down my cheeks, "That's reverse psychology. But I don't want to upset you either. I do and will write responsibly."

"As long as you write responsibly," he sighed, the sentence somewhat hanging.

"I do."

I've never cried so much since the days when he would give me an earful about racking up the internet bills back in the last millenium when we were still on dial-up.

The family and I drove in silence to The Curve and Dad said, "Change the topic okay? Forget about it, don't be sad," and he passed me a tissue.

Dad tried to cheer me up by asking me for directions to The Curve. It takes alot for a man to ask a lady for directions to somewhere.

I love my father and I don't want to do anything that will make him stay mad at me.
I am very grateful that he has not pried my fingers off my laptop and turned off the power button on my internet activities forever.

Hence, I will not attend any other blog gatherings. As much as I'd love to meet each and everyone of you, I just don't feel nice going against my dad. I will also have to turn down the interview. Meeting new people and getting my blog out there doesn't matter THAT much to me. If there are no consequences for me to face, of course I will be the first to arrive at gatherings and such. Please enjoy the PPS birthday bash for me.

The lot of you I met today, you guys were right to be shocked when you found out I was 18. I was abit indignant at first because I didn't want you guys to think that I'm too young. But it is the truth as I still have to listen to my father.

I will keep blogging and be watchful of my ways. You guys can help me by letting me know what is too much, okay?