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What the—? And just when I thought our local blogging world cannot stoop any further. I do not understand how can that piece of news possibly warrant enough urgency to decorate the front page of a national daily.
Of course, of course. What else can be more important than the state of our drying dams, or even Britney’s newborn?
So, so, disillusioned. All the publicity revolving around the local blogging community of late… I thought it should do us a whole lot of good at first. I was wrong.
“Block? Blob? What is a blog?” came the bewildered question. But that was years ago.
And now? Fine. People do know. Heck, they say they have a blog, too.
Although I must say that it pains me to see where we are heading to, now. I thought I had written enough about it the last time.
But… apa ni? Why do we continue to give it a bad name, man?
Can we not just write with plain honesty and pleasure, without constantly referring to Google Adsense and cashing in on the money?
Can we not just express our views and opinions with a bit of respect, without resorting to the racism remarks and name-calling?
Can we not just be more responsible?
Surely it cannot be that hard. If we can perform admirably in conversations with others in our everyday life, why is it any different when you are behind the screen? Why do we keep drowning?
Oh, please. You make me sound like a broken CD player. I can repeat myself but I cannot do all the saving alone.
You know, there are already plans to register pre-paid phone users (“Terrorists use phones to set off bombs.” Ha. Ha.), and I have been just plain lazy to do the same for my Touch ‘n Go card.
I am increasingly convinced that one day, we are all going to have to queue up to register our blogs and online journals. Failure to do so, and we shall all be fined, hauled into jails, our so-called rights to freedom of speech forever doomed.
Honestly, by then, this will cease to exist. There will not be a point to it, anymore.