Evolution Muahaha.
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: Love Is Only A Feeling in my head.
Herlow peeeps. It's been a long long loooooong time since I last posted a decent entry. I received many threats, complaints and whatnots because of me not updating. You see, for one, exams are everytime (yet I find time to come online), and the Major is another 21 days. For two, I'm currently busy with a project with a bunch of girlfriends called 3+1 - a fictitious blog. It's clearly more fun writing fictions than ranting about my already fictitious life. Whatever that means.

And for three, I am less motivated nowadays.

So, to compensate, I'm bringing forward the launching date.

[ Behold!: Bigger, Better, Thicker ]

I give you Tuton: Volume 1.2, otherwise known as Tuton: Galleria (or in Japanese, Tuton: Y?Y?YeYe?`). It serves as a display site for me to put up my writings, my arts and the whatevers. Oh, and I decided to give it a shorter URL similar to Tuton (this one). So, for future reference, the address is words.b3.nu, with or without the http-double dots-slash-slash, it doesn't really matter. And, I had to take off the music because many computers can't cope with the abuse of superloading.

Okay, first things aside, now let's talk about The Darkness. I don't know if I'd mentioned it in the blog before, but I really reyeally dislike singers going partially nude in music videos and concerts. I understand their need to show off their bulky bods, but talk about those stick-thin singers, like Justin Hawkins, showing off their ribcages. Please, seriously, what's there to show? Ok, I know he can sing, that's why Love IOAF is stuck in my head, but...geezs. Sorry if I've gone too far. But anyone who agress with me hands up please.

Next, I would want to talk about this particular parent who wrote a letter to The Star under Youth2, saying that bloggin sure hurts, and she disagrees totally to the use of blogs. The reason? Because she saw what her daughter wrote about her mother in her blog, and the comments by her friends. And so she was hurt, and now she hates the idea of blogging. And so, this is one of the many many many replies the week after the letter was published:

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Be open to blogs

I DON'T completely agree with Upset Parent (Blogging sure hurts, Letters, Youth2, Sept 1). A blog is for expressing thoughts and views. We might not agree with what is said but it is the blogger's opinion.

All the things our kids have said might be untrue but it doesn't mean that they can't say it out loud. What they say might be wrong and outrageous, but nobody should prevent them from expressing themselves. We can't blame them for seeing things based on their understanding because we do the same thing. It's just that we know more, have more experience and know the responsibility of being an adult. That's why there are parents; so that we can guide them.

I think blogging gives the blog reader a chance to understand the world from other people's point of view.

Blogging actually reveals who our kids might be mixing with at school. Have our kids ever told us what they think of us? Isn't it great to know what they are thinking about rather than not knowing that they are actually lying to us?

I can't accept [referring to the comments by the daughter's friends] 'slap your mom' but 'if you think you are right, you should fight for it' is advice we can all use. They might apply it in the wrong situation but with suitable guidance from parents, they can achieve great things in the future.

It might be too late to change things if the kid has reached 15 but we can still do something about it. Not knowing does not mean it's not there. Our kids will still make judgements based on what they knew, and for them to keep it all to themselves is certainly not a good thing.

LCH, Selangor.

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Well, I think LCH made sense better than the parent, but that doesn't mean the parent is utterly wrong. Somehow, someway, she has the right to hate blogs. So let us just not put the blame on that poor lady, not that you are going to anyway.

I was attacked by flu and cough again. I'm getting better, but nevertheless, I still can't smell properly. I can't taste food or drink. I can only taste the texture, not the, well, taste.

I need to study. I seriously need to.