by Ivan, 1 March 2009
I once had an awesome website,
It was garish and it had sound,
but my favourite part of it was the,
Spinning GIFs and bright backgrounds.
Then I kept a journal,
An online record of me,
I’d list the things I’d done,
An update or two or three.
But then again time passed,
I must’ve been mired in a bog,
For soon before I knew it,
It suddenly became a blog.
No longer was it a journal,
An update log or list,
Now what I had on my hands,
I wasn’t sure what it is.
A Blog! they all called it,
A diary for all to see,
What took me by surprise was,
It happened so suddenly.
I was now a different person,
The elite of virtual class,
I’d sneer at the niggling lessers,
At those left out of the mass.
I was special, unique and grand,
A Blogger was I and me,
I’d write up a storm of gibberish,
While sheltered by anonymity.
I’d bitch and whine and gripe,
I’d write reviews on technology,
I’d talk about the politics,
of my clumsy corrupt country.
I’d put up simple recipes,
I’d write poetry and prose,
But as for why I’m really doing it,
That, no one really knows.
So a Blogger was I and me,
A decision beyond my grasp,
Everyone seems to blog now,
I wonder how long it’d last.
It may be people love to belong,
to a group or community,
But why even call it something,
It is just virtual identity.
So now what I do is Blog,
I’d write whenever I’m free,
But I’ll always wonder why,
Its not called a online diary.
Well I’ll miss the early days of web,
When the web was untamed and wild,
No funny names and funny tags,
Just the whim & fancy of a child.