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Friday, August 10, 2007
  B-L-O-G.
it is of such irony that people with common goals insult each other publicly. i mean, honestly. shake hands and cooperate?

everyone loves a little fame and fortune. or sometimes, alot. not too many years ago, came this internet "thingy" which people named blog.

as common as it is a dictionary word now, more than just problems have bloomed from this lone website-journal-dairy thing.

i mean seriously, internet stuff are oh-so-common now. so much for public discrimination... besides, who could name you a loser if you do not acknowledge it? everyone has their own rights. blogging?

most people just whine "its just a place where i talk about my thoughts and feelings, where i can be free..." etc etc. well people, if you wanna be free, why even blog? gee. and of course there's the people who get all those criticisms for blogging. and they go like "i rather... feel so restricted..." etc. in case you haven't notice, blog sites are free. go create a new one if you ain't happy.

sorry fellow bloggers, but you must agree with me that we are all blogging purely for sake of it. for example, state a reason why you are blogging.
1. to be famous? for the sake of it.
2. become some professional in blogging? for the sake of it.
3. to let people know about you? well, once again, for the sake of it.

when you blog, its like you've signed a contract. "I hereby agree to take all comments, good or bad, about my blog and the content of my blog." taadaa. its that simple. in case you didn't know, blogs are public.

live and let live, end of story.
 
Comments:
I agree entirely, to the point that I thought it would be a shame to let your post on the freedom to comment on blogs pass without comment. So there you go!
 
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