nice job, dear principal.

if you read a lot of blogs, you can see that each blog is unique and two blogs are not the same. the only thing that will link them together is the fact that all blogs are expressions of human emotion and opinion, both directly or indirectly. now, if you would read someone's blog and an entry wherein they're pissed at some certain person, you would see that they're sort of ashamed to mention the person they're pissed at's name and therefore refusing to reveal his identity. if you would read my blog instead, you'd see that whenever i'm pissed at someone, i'm not shy to tell you all who that person is. (read archives for such examples.) and whenever i'm pissed at someone, i do mention his or her or its name, and sure enough, i rant. and rant. and rant. see where i'm getting at? i'm not shy to offend anyone i'm mad at. and surely, so do other bloggers.

some people don't or don't even try to understand and grasp this concept. they just think that they can change whatever they saw that offended them with a simple statement, flick of a wrist, and a snap of the finger.

the story of how leiron was summoned to the principal's office has spread like wildfire for the past few days. this week, we've never had a recess or lunch time without at least one person asking him "what happened?" he's so traumatized whenever he hears the name "alfred", he's somewhat exaggerating his story (natikman daw ang bawal na prutas), and frankly, he's decided to quit blogging.

now, dear principal, see what you just did? by intervening in a person's train of emotional thought, in the process of requesting him to delete what you deem contraband, you broke his faith in the great online journal. his will to blog has been lost, and you lower the total SB blog count to 17.

asha, on the other hand, has only intensified security. not bad.

anyway, you sir, are a total wart. you say our blogs spread propagandic material, i say that we didn't need blogs in the first place to start propaganda. you say we're unfair, i say you can even out the playing field by insulting us in turn. (hey, it's a free world, floyd.) you say you're not happy with this, and obviously, i say that, as the author of this blog, i am bursting with joy.