let's dissect the hypocrisy that plagues the world of blogging.

recently, somebody flamed nadalala's blog. she was furious, naturally. somehow though, i didn't think she should have gotten that angry. WHY: because i think that by putting your thoughts on a blog, you are exposing yourself, WILLINGLY even its unintentional. the blogger has every right to say what they want, but on the other pointy tip of the stick, the blog-hopper too has every right to say what she wants and make her commentary because the blogger in her own free will, put it there for the general public. this is the internet after all, where rules are blurred and the lines are not just grey, their dust.

so well the other day, i started randomly blog-hopping, something that i don't usually do. and to add to my spasm of unusual -in all sense of the word- behaviour, i felt compelled to comment and criticize. it's very freeing, really. in a world where you feel bound to the laws of tact and consideration, its refreshing to say whatever you want; but i though it would be a tad cowardly and immature to flame someone just because online, you're invisible.

which is why i again felt compelled to leave a link to those i commented on. it's only fair, really.

which is why, i have this agitated tagger(s) on my tagboard. i'm fine, say what you want. i still stand by what i said and you know what? i think everyone should too. blogs as tools for character-building, kill the meekness in you. hah, now i can tell mother dearest my blogging is educationaly (somewhat). if that's your opinion, stick with it.

i still cannot stand pop masquerading as punk. not that i like punk, its the whole farce that irks me. heck, i can't stand anything that's pretending to be what it's not. like calling the local shows on singapore tv comedy. last i heard, people laugh at comedies.

i still cannot stand the values that rule mainstream hip-hop. thank you, i now know that chunky jewellery and representations of vulgar affluence makes me cool. and that women should only exist for the purpose of displaying their mammary glands and gluteus maximus in skimpy threads of cloth. and to go with the lack of cloth, let's put dignity in the same pile as well! i am so honored that after the years of women's liberation, we have been rightly put in our place -a gyrating trophy in some arse's harem.

i still cannot stand mats/minahs. other than the fact that i think they should try using the dusty brains that im sure has almost-fossilized so they'll stop being mindless drones with their fugly tapered pants, i think they should get a life. actually, hmm. the main reason why i cannot stand them is because of their drone-like quality. i was going to say their noisy and vulgar but geez, we all know that we're kinda like that too. and what is with the no eyebrows rule?? or worse, at school where eyebrow pencil isnt alllowed, they have this 1cm long spurts of hair on their forehead; i saw it upclose once and damn, it was TRAUMA. the mats/minahs even have a uniform to conform to, and it applies to what they do and behave as well. you know, there WAS actually a time when mats/minahs didn't exist in such conformity. so it's possible that they can return to that state! right? AND, being a fellow member of the Malay race, i find their presence in their ridiculous costumes embarassing.

i just let out a enormous sneeze followed by a coughing fit. i think i burst a few cappillaries.