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When the very first web2.0 initiatives were started, a lot of them like flikr, netvibes, twitter, gizmo and the online office and storage sites had high impact which can still be strongly felt today. Afterwards, web2.0 grows into a trend of increase in number, decrease in significance, absence of new ideas and abundance of the undifferentiated. The late comers couldn't come out of the fenced turf of social networking and user participation. They resort to services similar to the existing provided, each with a name that users can no longer remember in the jungle of names ended with 'r' or containing two 'o's. And one might want to ask, is the service provided really significant? A lot of web2.0s are the free online version of softwares or something that can make PC mac-like. The whole concept seem to be shouting: to the public. Web2.0 do keep people in touch, let them be seen, grant them with free access to softwares. Now that the public already have a number of websites dominating these sectors, which direction can web2.0 go to in future?

Sometimes when an opportunity presents itself to you, you laugh if off: why do I need that? When you start search for it it has already disappeared.

I have never thought writing novels was hard work. Hard work was commercial fishing out of New Bedford or Gloucester or driving a 16-wheel truck. 

I am often amazed by the immigrated traders or peddlers who cannot speak the local language but can do business perfectly well. How exactly could they convey their intended meanings?

The Chinese are similar with the French.

- what do you think of the brain drain in india?

in a worldless timeless lightless great emptiness

messy days flowing past. terribly need reason for everything i do right now. having headache while clock ticking away the time. i suddenly begin to wonder what am i to become ten years later and how the world will look like. Years upon years i stayed blurred and not knowing what is wanted and what is needed. some days smiley or teary have faded out the memory. what left is a white board, with some mysterious, convoluted, illegible reads.