buttony muddle-headed...

It was not that too long ago when I first discovered the Internet. And it’s kind of embarrassing because I was already attending college at that time. How naïf I was. And that first picture I vividly saw on screen was Rose and Jack of Titanic. :hide:

Since then, Internet became a place to devour. It was through this network that I was able to customize my PC’s wallpaper with celebrity images. It was through this web of info that I got a line that Tina Arena has released quite a number of albums before Don’t Ask. And most strangely, it was through cyberspace that I found an outlet to workplace boredom, thus, the mikikikwik-iki-iki-bibis transpired.

And so there was web page making. I’d say it was rearing the narcissism era. The glass surface began to get polished. I had my contribution to that. I was teaching students to make their own web pages where they have to come up with stories about themselves and upload images of themselves.

Then the mirror was formed and everything was looser. No need to learn HTML to join the rampant, grampus-like world of egocentrism. You can just sign up and within a few seconds, you’re writing your own self-important diary entries. Or to blot things out, you’re blogging, contributing content to the web. And if you get lucky with the referral links and all those codes, someone outside your circle gets to read it. Bang goes the hit for the nth visit to your site.

And now since you’re reading mine, I got lucky and I am no exemption as one of anyone who publishes on the web. But the distinguishing question is what do I shoot for in doing so? What I know for certain is that I'm aspiring to shoot far beyond the point of being read. Turning the tables around, what do you aim for?

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