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20.07.2005 Wednesday morning @ 10:20 a.m. *1, 2, 3, 4* Go and read this. Seriously, go and read it. NOW. So you've read it already? Yes well...it's one among the few articles which *do* echo with one another but that's beside the point. I say "echo" because the point that the said writers want to make is...well, the same. About people who jump on the "blogging bandwagon" because to them it's a trend. But yeah, like Strizzt said, how many of them actually survived the trials of time? Or wrote honest intelligible content? Tepuk dada tanya selera beb. I'm sorry if you don't understand Malay. That last sentence in the previous paragraph is a Malay proverb, which basically means: "Beat your chest and ask your appetite man." However. Of course it doesn't really mean that. The underlying meaning is as such: Only you yourself will know the real reason behind something significant to you. Or...something like that. Heh. I had a funny dream yesterday. It involved running after a bus, colliding with some kids/colleagues at work and finding out it was actually a Sunday. Not necessarily in that order, for when I woke up this morning, there was the shock of discovering that I only had 3 minutes left to get ready if I'd wanted to be on time at 8.30 for my skipping. Hell. I came at 9.15. There were only a handful who attended (like always) and guess what they were doing when I arrived? Playing basketball. Tchah! Sigh, tomorrow will be a better day. |
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