That day at Denmark House I met old Xaverian Syed Imran with his son who told NST what he really thought of them. The presence of this father and son further convinced me that I cannot remain just a commentator called Zorro.I have to unmask. Back in the National Press Club that night, former student Tony Gayangdato urged me to put up a blog of my own, as he had done earlier. It didn't take much persuasion and that was how zorro-unmasked joined the band of bloggers who put a name to their nick.
So how did we fare. I really don't know. Perhaps the figures below could tell although I lost six months of sitemeter records. But truth be told I met some wonderful men and women who agreed to disagree. Today, these are my buddies and soul-mates. I have learnt a lot from them and they have touched my life, believe me you men and women did. You have all enriched my life. I dont know how to repay you. My gratitude goes to the readers and commentators who visited, said their piece and mostly professionally too. I only had to reject four commentators and if I did not apologise to these four, I am saying it now. My gratitude also goes to Sheih, Mob1900 for lending me their graphics.
Did I make a contribuion? Was the posting impactful? I tried to contribute from the heart. Impact? Maybe I got recognition for the wrong reasons: Somebody impersonated Zorro and had his posting hosted by Mahaguru. When alerted Zainal immediately broght down the posting. Then last Saturday during the Price Hike Protest a police superintendant called out to me: "Hello Zorro, can I have your particulars?" And three weeks into opening up this blog, an anonymous caller reminded me that there was a place called Kamunting. If getting noticed is impactful for whatever reasons I will continue to write from the heart, for justice, for peace, for freedom to speak, freedom to assemble, and freedom to tell it as it is.