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This shall be a post on some of my reflections on blogwriting. There is a dearth of honest blogs. Not too long ago, I used to read a few blogs that were refreshingly true and pertinent. Not in-your-face loud and colourful with no content once dissected, but those that reflect the relationships between people and the happenings of real life. But in this day and age where a wrong slip of words can have legal implications, plus having to bear the consequence of incurring the wrath of others, subjecting yourself to misinterpretation to the rest of the world, it is no wonder that people just prefer to wisely shut themselves in the privacy of their own hearts. Nothing written, no evidence. Is this unfortunate, or merely what life should be like? Is having a blog and still wanting privacy ironical? I suppose there's no easy answer to that.