i am a blogger

I Blog, therefore, I am.

My alterego says that the digital presence one exudes on the net is proportionate to the limitations imposed by external and/or internal duress encountered during the blogging process. If people are reading your blog, chances are, whatever you say has now found an incredible medium by which to traverse a hundred willing/unwilling ears in the shortest possible time. Thus it stands to reason that opinions will be formed of you, and words oft-misunderstood. For fear of having to deal with the possible backlash of an invigorating rant, many have chosen the path of least resistance and downplayed their choice of words, perhaps even eschewing the elan once prevalant in many of those beautiful, angry entries. It is a public realm afterall, and the delicious irony lies in the delicate balancing between the desire to be read and the need to be forthright and honest on the tablet of your name. How honest should I be? To where do I belong?

Subsequently, with the invasion of our pesudo-private realm by the exanimate fingers of the world at large, the infinite boundaries to which we can extend ourselves have become severely limited by the ungainly attention of political or agenda policing. Anything you and I say, could evoke ripples across the collective blogosphere reaching ungentlemenly ears that desire no lesser a dogma, than that of unquestioning conformity. Now that blogging in itself has been accorded a sense of respect and fear for its potential power to disseminate ideas, conformist or not, the relevant forces are taking up arms to protect their constitution from what they perceive to be opinions. Of course, we all know that opinions are insidious little things, and thus, we shall just stick to the mundane reporting of quasi-provocative issues. Mundane yes, but incredibly honest ones.

Like how I like to dig my nose.

*dig dig*

maybe we should lay about and look cute loh