just minishorts.

Sit down, be honest, if you be somewhat like me, tell me in the face that you don't give a damn about comments.

'I. Don't. Bother. People comment or not also I don't care,' you say.

Minishorts says, 'Up yours lah. Don't bullshit in my face.'

Come on, come on, if you REALLY REALLY don't give a damn then take out the commenting links lah. There's a 'switch commenting off' function in every other more reliable CMS that I know and by golly, it sure will work. But the truth of the matter is, you bother, you care, and you give a damn and you damn hell love it when people click click click and say some mindless shit.

OK. Now that that's out of my system, I shall talk about idiots, who go on other people's commenting systems to promote their own sites

For several weeks, my blogging-partners-in-crime have known about my growing detest for the new clan of what I term the blog-leeches, idiotic mindless fucks who just stampede their way into the blogosphere and completely ruin my idealistic dream of blogtopia. Bad enough that they have taken away any possible hope of sparkle in this burgeoning nation, they have to go infest OTHER people's blogs by clicking on the commenting link to say something completely, completely mindless like

'I agree with you. I have blogged about this before.

(Insert some link here.)'

WTF? Why you have no confidence whatsoever in yourself that you have to be so damn free to copy and paste your own link and advertise it in another person's commenting system? Why so low? Why so useless? You know that's a more discreet way of advertising on another person's site, well, in my blog for example, there's this field called the 'URI' where you can actually key in your blog add, and I promise you I will click on it. The very despicable act of pasting another link claiming out in so many words, 'Wah you post good hoh, I also talk about this before, but nobody commented, come come everybody who's reading this post all go there and see what I have to say' just pushes you down to the very very lowest recesses of the blogging pit.

Yeap, unfortunately, I am truly your nightmare come true, and as much as the reality of publishing at the click of your fingertips excites me, it also brings out the worst side of me. It's true, it's true. I am your elitist queen. Blogging used to be nice. Blogging used to be fun. Then suddenly, every tramp and his dog has found out about this wonderful thing, and they have come into this world, saying what they want to say. And by golly, look at the plastic junk that we have to face. Where are the gems? Where are the gems I ask you?

These days there hardly are any.

Well, this is why not everyone can write a book, as much as they try to believe that there's a writer in them. If you don't have it, you don't have it. And GOD is fair, you just can't be good at everything, so don't be so smart-ass and go around trying to change the things. Now shoo, if you're going to promote your site in MY site, find someone who's more forgiving. I'm your elitist and I deserve to be hated. And don't come back because I don't like you also.

My regulars are becoming puzzled with the apparent change in me. If you didn't read this already, maybe another set of paragraphs will amuse you further.

Thank you for being regular, sorry for disappointing. I never professed to be made of sugar and spice and everything nice, but what I can promise to be, is different and ever changing. But what I cannot promise to do, is to make you happy. Trust me, I am happy. Only happy people are carefree enough to say the crap things I've been saying in my blog lately.

My regulars also said that they don't like the bedtime stories. They say that they're too vulgar.

I agree. Some ARE vulgar. But I also know that kids do not come in here, and I hope you're aware that I'm no longer under 18 and innocently wide-eyed. I DO crack dirty jokes at mamak-tables, my friends can attest to that, and I have always been a dirty-minded loud-mouth who can associate every possible thing to something 'vulgar'. I used to memorize the elements of the periodic table with some stupid vulgar tongue twister and associate several literary theories with some obscure act of love-making. That's how I've been able to look so seemingly clever. I CREATE IMAGES and make them memorable. And also, currently, the jobsheet of writing stories for seven-year-olds is seriously making me quite stiff and my poor mind has no where else to go except here.

My regulars also said that they don't read so much about my life anymore.

Recently I've chosen to be more private. The more I grow up, the more I feel this need to keep my life apart from the blog. Besides, you never had the right to the window scene either. Previously it was a privilege. It will always be that. When I feel like it I will talk about my life.

It's only 9 am and I have another eight hours to go. If I get bored I'll do another story. Who wants to be plugged?

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