All along I thought this place is secluded, isolated, shielded from questioning eyes, where I best described as my ‘sanctuary’. All along the invisibility cloak proved effective - only those I gave access to gain access to this place. With the exception of some who accidentally waded their ways to this place via a few external links, I’m almost confident in saying that I know more than 95percent who comes here.
Therefore I’m pretty astounded when someone quoted exactly what I said two months ago. It wasn’t any mere coincidence, for I’m dead sure of the choice of words used in that post. To use the same analogy and the same words pertaining to one issue, there’s absolutely no room for coincidences.
It boils down to one burning question – how did he come across my blog anyway?
Uncertainties happen everywhere, all the time, I guess. Yes, this has got to be the answer.
You know, it feels great (sorry, limited vocab) to have your thoughts mentioned or quoted. Yes, I’ve never doubted the ego that’s been part of me for nineteen years (mind you, I’m a Leo, as in, born in August). But then, to experience the shock and alarm when what you said is quoted word for word is another matter altogether. It brings all hairs standing on the tip of their roots causing rough skin; all arterioles to constrict beneath your face causing pallor; all blood to flow in the opposite direction causing dizziness; and not forgetting all sweat glands to be activated causing excessive cold sweat.
Oh my. That was exactly how I felt when one of my post two months ago was brought up during dialogue session last night. As expected, the issue about noise arising from several constructions (and destructions) around the hostel was brought up, yet again. Then somehow during the discussion he suddenly remembered about reading one of our blogs, which likened the noise to ALARMS, ringing perpetually at EIGHT a.m. every SATURDAY. He said that blog must belong to one of the borders here.
Then it smacked right on my face, just how familiar it sounded. Blog, he said. Was that not another post of MINE, some two months ago? When I was forcing in more Bio details into the already-filled-up-to-the-brim-brain of mine, amidst the constant buzz of the machines? Yes! Indeed! That was my monologue that time, so I decided to just pen it down. Looks like my invisibility cloak has got a hole in it and someone actually saw what lies beneath.
He said they don’t know who the blog belongs to, but are certain it belongs to one of us. Alas, a more consoling piece of news here. Phew, my mind went. Looks like the name Miss Stupidity has served its purpose of preserving my anonymity in the blogosphere. I shall keep using that name in recognition of the benefit it brings.
After rounds of elimination, I finally came up with one hypothesis to how he was able to quote what I said. One day he was super bored and decided to Google ‘Dunman High Hostel’ and landed on Miss Stupidity’s world of shattered dreams and pixies and untold fairytales. Yeah, that’s the best and most accurate hypothesis. Must be it.
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Disappointed a little I was indeed. Yet, who's to blame?
Retribution, I would say. Pay back time for always being late or even stand up on someone.
So it's my turn this time. Somehow I know it's perfectly alright to be disappointed, but I can't stop wondering why am I feeling that way now.
I shall not be disappointed since I'm going do something exciting tomorrow.
Yeah.
Oh not forgetting, my life has just started to get exciting. More excitement coming up, way till the end of the year.
