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Saturday, April 26, 2003

People blog for a variety of reasons. An avenue to express their opinions, to let off steam, to keep in contact with friends and some, for mere attention's sake.

I don't think I write very well, nor very meaningfully. But I do think I write with a purpose. I can't say the same for my earlier entries over at randomemories but I believe that over the past year, what I've written has been more focused, more purposeful. Or at least I think so. And I know why I'm having this site, because it's a good way for me to express myself and jot down my thoughts, interact with like-minded people and at the end of the day, become more aware of myself. I don't care if hardly anyone comes by, or if people hate what I write. Because I do this for me.

But there're some around, who blog, because apparently, it's a trend, not unlike the bubble tea one that was in Singapore a while ago. And it's supposedly cool to have a site, where you design pages and have people praise you for your "fantastic" skills and designing capabilities. Oh, and don't forget the interesting part where you tell people every single minute detail of your life, like what time you woke, what you did after you woke, what kind of toothpaste you use to brush your teeth and how you do it yada yada. After which you worry about the number of hits you garner a day, and cry if someone gives you a mean comment, hurt to find out that not everybody likes you because ultimately to you, this is all a popularity game isn't it? When people ask you what you did for that day, you'd ask them to "go see my blog", in a pathetic attempt to get people to visit it.

I am in an extremely critical mood as you can see. No, there's nothing wrong with the above, after all, the webspace is yours to waste. But spare the rest of the world your mindless incessant whining about how nobody visits your site and maybe you should shut it down, and the boring routine of your life, because honestly, nobody's interested in that. Don't feel obligated to post an entry a day especially when you have nothing remotely exciting happening and go "I don't have much to say for the day, so this is it" because it only makes you seem like you have nothing better to do with your life.

Seriously, this is simply a pot-calling-the-kettle-black situation. And I've run out of steam.

So there.

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