a writer, eh? not really. but why? because i'm a hopeless romantic. taunt me. laugh like the hyena. do the hokey-pokey. pounce on me. tell me how hopeless i am... real hopeless. go ahead. that's fine with me...
or share some pity and feel my pain. isn't that him, the dying martyr? oh, the poor chap. look at his frail limbs and fragile soul. but no, no. you'd never say that.
because i'm just a freakin' writer who no one cares about.. do tell me if i'm wrong, huh. not that i care.
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oh, we do know how convenient these group of letters and/or numbers are. may it be the peer group's secret stuff, or your e-mail address' inbox key, or your security bank PIN.
because by nature, we want privacy. we just don't give the essentials away. and i've had my share of struggles with the public regularly, to be specific, my own family (and then again, you know why.)
with those, you feel safe.... until someone else knows. and you realize that it's time to change it.
but what if you can't? because you just can't?
anyway, i'm not telling anyone my personal password because the moment somebody knows, everything will quite be exposed. yes. because i use only one password for all my.... err.. secret safes (i mean online accounts.)
and that's friendly reminder number two: do not use a single password for all your accounts.
what's number one? this is: never, ever use some real person's real name as your security code. you'll have trouble changing it when someone accidentally finds out what it is.
just like what i'm going through right now. i desperately want to change my password now because:
a) someone knows it
b) it's someone's name
c) that someone's a she
d) she's a part of my past
e) i want to totally leave my past behind and
f) the code's the last remaining substance of that past.
it might sound so easy, but no, says who?:
but you can't... because you know that whoever "she" is, she'll still be there, somewhere deep in your heart - a frail memory, but still there.
and you know that. you see her. you hear her name called. you hear HER talk. you see her name on the master list of electives, in the Holy Bible, in your inbox, in songs, even in other people's names.
and then you badly miss her. then you begin wishing desparately. that she'll talk to you. she'll call your name. she'll say hi to you, greet you how do you do, wave her hand at you, smile at you, hold your hand, grip it hard, walk with you side by side, talk to you like she's never talked before, laugh at you, cry to you, lay by your side, hear her say "i love you" just once more.... and make you feel awfully special.
but enough of those wishes and incoherent talk. reality bites, guys. anyway.... what's that quote again?
first love... never dies???
CUT. i was supposed to talk about my password, not some stupidly expressed mushy emotion. just got carried away.
so hey, i'm done.
DEAR READER,
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