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Friday, September 19, 2008 @ Vulnerability by Jeremy L
Gosh, I say we really need to change the colour of the blog, it's so depressing. Plus everything being in black and white? Haha.. Anyway, not really sure if this is related to Human Communication but decided to post it up anyway. It was just something I came was thinking about, I posted it on my own blog as well.

I've never really thought of being vulnerable, but when I think about it, to actually confide in another person about matters of the heart is actually opening oneself up to vulnerability. To quote Human Comm, self-disclosure in that sense. When we tell others about ourselves, and when I say matters of the heart, I really do not mean just our lovelife, (=.=) we are opening ourselves up to the other person. It takes a great deal of trust to be able to do something like that because everytime we do, we risk being hurt by the other person's indifference. It's a very big compliment when somebody trusts you enough to tell you what's on their minds and in their hearts so do NOT take it lightly. God knows, there are enough people in the world hurt my callousness or indifference.
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My name is Potatoe, with the 'e' behind. I love potato chips! :D My mama says that ice-cream doesn't come in potato flavour. So my dream is to create a potato-flavoured ice-cream! And potato-flavoured vegetables, meat and possibly, cookies. I also want to design potato-peel clothes. Bwahahaha, POTATOES SHALL DOMINATE THE WORLD!

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