I know there are quite a number of idiots with nothing better to do but to sit behind their monitors, hiding like bed bugs and saying bad things about me based on whatever they read.

Well yes, I know most are not smart enough to know the difference between reel and real.

But that's my job, and my job never fails to show me impacts I can cause.

I have said before that I don't think I am cut out for the local showbiz scene - everyone is narrow-minded and holier-than-thou and yet they do all the things they say you should not do.

Still, my passion lies in performing and I am not going to change that. Perhaps a different venue or a different scene would be better.

People pick on the easiest target, don't they?

They only start to appreciate only when one is gone. Just see the scores of sudden MJ fans now, I can't seem to find any detractors anymore.

I screamed and cried and cheered for my MJ forever.

You know I tell myself I should know what would be coming, with every interview or Starblog entry that might have me write provocatively.

Well, when there is demand, there is supply. Even at my expense. But leave my children out of the picture, because at the end of the day, this is just a job, my job, and what happens in my personal life will never be public (are you rolling your eyes?).

I absolutely detest it when someone pretends not to know who I am (oh trust me it happens ALL THE TIME) and then goes on to sneak pictures of me (or worse, those with MY CHILDREN IN IT) and a week or a month later, someone comes and sends me a link to Sneaky's blog and I find pictures like this:

This is just an example. I know this was taken by someone, from a group of teenagers sitting right in front of us.

I do family activities and I know a lot of parents and families pretend not to know me, only to post pictures/blogs of me and my kids afterwards.

I would have gladly obliged for a picture, but let me tell you this: I am very aware of who I am around, whenever I feel like I'm in a threatening (read: when I'm out with kids) place.

I know the ones who whispered behind my back, the ones who snapped which pictures or posted which blogs - because they were the very ones who gave the over-compensating, I-dunno-Maia-Lee-is-you look.

Sure, Mama Maia would not always look this good but I will still look like Maia Lee.

You can say I am paranoid because I worry about getting my kids' identified and then being associated with my media persona, especially with the younger one because she is only a baby. I think I have some things in common with my late husband Michael Jackson, because I want so much to cover my girl's face with a mask at times.

I still give her a fake name whenever possible.

The other day some woman took a picture of my girl because I had let the shop owner carry her - I couldn't sleep the entire night, even though she had apologised and said that she haven't gotten any clear shot. How I wish I could smash her phone there and then, but she had said sorry...

And you know I don't fancy my neighbours (in the entire block) at all, they all pretend they don't know me, only to introduce their friends to my unit and tell them, "Maia Lee lives there".

It irritates the hell out of me and I wish I had some piranhas that I can hurl at them.

Once someone told me that he knows where I stay because his uncle who lives in the OPPOSITE block knows which unit I stay because he can look into my flat from his kitchen window. How awesome is that.

I have a feeling my neighbours actually know, and remember which pieces of laundry each member of my family has.

My world would definitely be a better place if people can treat me as a normal person and disregard my occupation.

At the end of the day, I am just a mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend.

I am not as bad as what you read. I'll be nice if you just send a Milo truck to my house.

Anyone remembers how stingy our schools were during Sports Day? Each student was entitled to only 1 or 2 tiny cups of Milo.