Why do we write Blogs?

Note: This is an archived blog post from an old personal blog, On The Contrary. Please see this post for more details

Definition/History
There are those that Blog and those that do not. The Blog itself is basically an online diary. “The term “weblog” was coined by Jorn Barger on 17 December 1997. The short form, “blog,” was coined by Peter Merholz, who jokingly broke the word weblog into the phrase we blog in the sidebar of his blog Peterme.com in April or May of 1999. This was quickly adopted as both a noun and verb.” (Wikipedia)

So.. Why do we write Blogs?
Firstly, why do we read Blogs? We read Blogs for the same reasons that we read any sort of news or entertainment piece on the Internet. If a Blog is entertaining, we usually keep ourselves updated with new postings (ofcourse, if the blog is frequently updated, it gives us newer things to read each time we check). Thus, a Blog is a form of entertainment that is presented to us as an online diary sort of thing.

With this in mind, is it not obvious that the reason Blogs are written are for entertainment purposes? Unless we are not looking to advertise our Blog, our Blogs are literally made for the publics’ eyes. Thus, placing the Blog URL in MSN messages, or telling lots of friends to read it just shows that the owner is seeking attention mainly.

So, there are various types of Blogs – You can call this website itself a Blog too. Blogs can present entities such as information, opinions, feelings, and many others. Blogs give us a basic freedom of speech, it gives us a basis to let ourselves be heard by the world thus sharing opinions and information to the world can be very much helpful. However, sharing feelings to the world? Unless you just want a single person to read your Blog to get him/her to read the secret message in your blog; I do not see the purpose of letting the public in on your world. Or heck, I don’t see the purpose of getting the public to read about your world (that is usually emotionally exaggerated). “My life sucks, I want to die. I want to die now.” – Isn’t it obvious that the user (whether genuinely depressed or not) is just seeking pity from an individual, a party or maybe even from strangers?

So mix up the two things together and what do we have? Its simple, the worst form of blogging is basically writing long emotional pages and then publicizing them to get everyone to read about your sad little life. This then causes them to pretend to care about you because they were probably mean to you at school the other day. A diary was made to be private – Blogs were made to be public thus feelings were never supposed to be thrown into them. My theory is that Blogs were always about information, then opinion and from opinion, feelings started to inhabit them.

“The only factor becoming scarce in a world of abundance is human attention.” – Kevin Kelly

PS: This post is pretty messy, I don’t know, didn’t plan out the text too well.

Freedom.

Note: This is an archived blog post from an old personal blog, On The Contrary. Please see this post for more details

Does freedom really exist?

So first, let me define freedom as “exemption from external control, interference, regulation, etc.” or maybe “the power to determine action without restraint”. These seem like the best definitions to me (dictionary.com as always).

Everyone wants freedom. The word itself represents much more than just a single definition. Just seeing a sign bearing the word “FREE” itself grabs our attention with ease. But do we even know what freedom really is or whether it even exists?

In most opinions, freedom can mean various things depending on the situation. The easiest example would be a prisoner of some sort looking to be free or another example, a teenager who has just finished his exams and considers himself ‘free’ from school on his holidays. However, in my opinion, there is no freedom. The prisoner escapes – he runs – he is free – he finds a place to stay, he has to hide, he dodges police when they walk by, he wears a disguise everyday – not freedom. The boy has his holidays – he goes out the next day – he parties, he drinks, he dances, he smiles – his parents call him and ask him where the hell he is, he frowns. – not freedom. Maybe I’m interpreting it wrong, lets say the prisoner was set free legally, but would he ever be able to escape from the shame and embarassment of being marked as an ex-convict? Or the boy, his parents were dropouts, they don’t care about him – he can do whatever he wants, after the party he gets caught by police being an underage boy drinking, still not freedom.

We’ll never have what we’ve all wanted. What I am refering to is the ultimate freedom. The freedom to go where we want, to be what we want, to do what we want, it does not exist. However free we might think we are, there is always a constraint somewhere if not another human, the law, or even physics.

Why do men believe in god? Because they believe in the afterlife of being free isn’t it? This is the reason men believe it is wrong to sin, because if you sin, you will be imprisoned in hell forever in your afterlife – Ever thought why we still believe in all this? Because we really have yet to find the ultimate freedom though this is referred to heaven very often and that is entirely another article altogether…

After reading this, atleast the word ‘freedom’ won’t be used so often. I just finished my exams – I’m free, but not free enough to do what I want. We are all free in our own ways, knowing we have this freedom makes us proud because we feel responsible for something. This is our freedom. This is our own flavour of it, we’ve always had such freedom – to think of what we want – We have the freedom to be confident or not and that is what we should practise. Confidence usually makes us think we are free, confidence has been referred to as the feeling gives us the edge, the edge we think is freedom. Just remember though, there is no real freedom.

“Because you are in control of your life. Don’t ever forget that. You are what you are because of the conscious and subconscious choices you have made.” – Barbara Hall

A Single Emo Moment

Note: This is an archived blog post from an old personal blog, On The Contrary. Please see this post for more details

Feeling emotional in terms of depression hasn’t exactly been how I’ve been at all lately. My life has been fine and nothing much has pushed me down for a while.

But I just read a post off my old blog that was a little more than a year ago. Entitled “Life is a Bottomless Pit”, it can be found here.

The Funny Part
Lets comment on this, first, the colourful words of emo-ness make me giggle a little bit. “The frowns I make each day like the blood that seep from my wounds.” – I love that line, because it just doesn’t make any sense. So everytime I frown I lose blood? Its a pretty crap metaphor. The first line, “The life I live in today feels empty.” – I think its grammatically correct but it lacks something… Sense. If I were living in lets say a container that was labelled ‘life’, how would it then feel empty? Wait, unless the container was really large and I looked around and there was nothing, but how then would I know I was in a container. Then again, how can life be referred to as a container? If I was to live in this container and when I said that it felt empty because I was missing something except friends or stuff… Then wait, how come my friends can come to my container? Don’t they live in their own containers too? Uhh.

The Emo Part
Right. Apart from the above, reading this post really does make me think of the numerous things that has happened in only one year. First of all, now, I’m just about to graduate from college (the post mentioned I wanted to go to college) and its definately been fun. The friends I’ve mentioned in that post have totally gone – or atleast we’ve just drifted while some really have left my side. The post kind of mentioned I was bored and wanted to get into a relationship. I did get into one soon enough, but as much as I loved the girl I got into the relationship with, I regretted as much because of how I had betrayed one of my friends and lost his friendship in the process. I don’t know how things are between me and him now, hopefully he’s forgiven me – But I still, to this day, feel that the pain that the three of us went through was just not worth it.

The Moral
Being bored is just a feeling of desperation. A feeling that can cause us to hastefully make decisions because we think we know what we want. We’re all just finding our way in life so take it easy and be careful not to rush into anything you’ll regret. Making quick decisions to find something you think you want can bring you things that you won’t be able to control.

“Give no decision till both sides thou’st heard.” – Phocylides

On The Contrary…

Note: This is an archived blog post from an old personal blog, On The Contrary. Please see this post for more details

We all live in a world that we think we know.

In a community of our own, we sit in our cosy chairs enjoying the company we’ve chosen.

Once we open the door to the outside world, however, we look upon the horizon. Faces stare back at us, eyes fixed on our position, faces we have never seen before. Tropical trees we cannot recognize towered above them shading their already mysterious visages.

This website acts as a reminder of how important it is to understand everything around us. Apart from some personal postings, articles will serve as presenters of opinion – My opinions on various aspects in the modern world we live in today.

Read the articles with an open-mind and take my perspective as yours.

Life only comes once – understand it.

“What is important is to keep learning, to enjoy challenge, and to tolerate ambiguity. In the end there are no certain answers.” – Martina Horner