Blogs Blabs: More Noise Without Sound (Not Much Anyway)

Blogs Kill Ricecooker. I imagine that’s the newspaper heading announcing the death of these very pages; in big black fonts. All the opinionated girls and guys who can write and I want them to write for my own selfish ends are now having their own blogs, so why should they send their words to ricecooker? Hell, I won’t!

And I have just hammered another nail in the coffin. I have just uploaded a blog I set-up, redesigned and tweaked for Rahmat Haron. If there’s anyone out there which I would go all out to help out and set a blog, it’s someone like Rahmat. Reading his rant every morning would do me good. All the Melayus out there should read more Rahmat, get angry and headbutt the walls of their own doing. I wish.

And I also wish Salleh Ben Joned would get his own blog, with huge screaming fonts. And also all the crabby, cranky old friends of mine who used to rant the devils out of their brains via all those auld xeroxed spittle-laden zines. And so a blog each for Weng, Lee and Nazrie Chik. The other day I saw this old man furtively writing on the walls near Masjid Jamek. He should have a blog too, or maybe he has one already; anwar4pm@blogspot or something.

My long dead super-dad should have got himself a blog. Boy, his stories used to make me lay awake long into the night, thinking of the very meaning of “adventure”. Tales of guys who would repair their leaking perahu with blobs of their own earwax, and riding the wind using their flapping big ears!

That friend of his who used to endanger his greying temple riding huge superbikes without proper helmets, laughing at kids on kapcais, he should have two blogs. One for the bikes and the other for the babes. However, I would advise En. Hishamuddin Rais from joining this new, borgeousie, middle-class, TM Net-worshippng cult. Shelve your plans on joining the jalur-lebar revolution and keep sending your writing to me. Please.

If you look at the sidebar of this page, there’s a long list of blogs, sites and what-nots, but do pay proper attention to the one titled “Blogging Friends”, do check every each one of the links. Mostly gems those. These people can write, and if you are a “reader”, there’s so much enjoyment from them. I have just spent all night reading their spiel, and I love it.

One thing worries me though. If you are in front of the computer day in and day out, what do you write about? Memories of time past when you were NOT in front of the computer day in and day out? So hear ye, hear ye… go out sometimes please.

That advice’s for me. For you reading, do go here:

kerbau.com/rahmatharon

It’s still at its baby steps. I am compiling more poems and writings and pictures, and so it will grow and grow to, hopefully, include Rahmat’s daily tales of endless battles with his dreads.

Go forth and get inspired, please.