just minishorts.

But here. This is another rant.

(I seem to do it more often recently hoh? Yeah so I'm pissed with the world. So sue me.)

A little bird (called technorati) gave me trackbacks to a certain little ex-reader of mine… who said this about my posts.

The earlier ones caught my breath with their occasionally rambling but thoughtful and oddly idealistic musings; the latter works practically exploded with angst. I could imagine her "pecking" away at her keyboard back then, and violently jabbing away today. She's registering far more hits today than ever before, in fact, Xiaxue has a worthy competitor, but….maybe it's just me, but i preferred the old minishorts.

OK nevermind the uncalled for Xiaxue reference, but after that she talks about how she lost interest in me.

And maybe the feistier, snappier her is still her, just older and more cynincal. But I couldn't help being troubled by the sneaking suspicion that she had sold out. That along the way, the fame had gotten to her head and she's no longer writing for herself. It had nothing to do with the fact that her new space was liberally strewn with ads. Oh if you don't know, if you click on 'em often enough, you help us become rich. In theory anyway.

OK. You lose interest in me… I don't give a damn about that you know. After that she went all 'well you see I'm lucky because…

First and foremost, I write for myself. I want to be able to write freely, unfettered by social expectations or commercial motivations. I started this blog not to make it an enterpreneurial entity - not now anyway. I can't deny that a couple of months down the road, when I'm still pounding the pavement with resumes and I've still not made a single cent from my writing thanks to my stubborn "artistic integrity", I may change my mind and start populating my blog with those nice images from adsense. But not now.

ARTISTIC INTEGRITY?

PTUI PTUI PTUI.

So clever, aren't you?

Now let me tell you what happened to my 'artistic integrity'.

Suddenly the moral policemen like you decided to appear and started to point fingers at me and say that I 'sold out.'

Like you know so well lah.

My comment to this girl (OK I appreciate that you USED to like my writings, but your post still dissed me ok? Here you go, honest and upfront):

wah how you know i don't blog for myself?
btw, adsense is there to help me pay for my hosting. it's suppose to at least contribute like 10% to the RM250+ that i have to fork out every year so that people can read my site for free.
so far i've only got like… USD 4.30 only. Since putting it up like, two months ago!
how's that for 'earning revenue'?
*OK sorry but you really dissed me with this one. and yeah so i grew fangs. ouch*

Artistic INTEGRITY my ass. BABY. You forgot one important thing, I am not a bunny wabbit. My name is minishorts and you have NO FUCKING RIGHT TO SAY THAT I SOLD OUT AND I DO NOT BLOG FOR MYSELF.

(As if cussing all the time brings the legions of fans in. Hah!)

That's almost like saying that SouthPark is a bigger hit than Disney.

Wait. It is?

Or is it not?

OK. Someone tell me the stats.

I said I was going to do one for the guys… We girls too like to oogle at cute people, girls AND guys (from around the world and Malaysia etc), but first, I have weird tastes.

If my choice is ugly/lousy or whatever, I'd like to place a disclaimer of (fill in the blanks). I will not be helf responsible.

Like I said, I like to oogle at cutie-pies, be they male or female. In Japan there's this mix-breed of a hunk, and BOY OH BOY HE IS UBER FUCKALICIOUS.

Great media gallery, great name (that reminds me of Yong Tau Foo but Yong Fook, Yong Fook, easy to remember, kan?), great food blogs.

Well, most importantly, EYE-CANDY and living proof that you can have both brains, beauty and brawn AT THE SAME TIME. .

Plus he's got a fun to do SKETCH BOARD that made me come up with weird things. (I don't have photoshop or any imaging program at the office otherwise I can show you some examples.

But check out this looker. Now go. Go.

Updates:OMG OMG, even Fuckstress agrees with me

Fuckstress says:
LOOKING AT HIS PIC ALMOST GIVES ME AN ORGASM

NOW I CAN'T BE WRONG, RIGHT?

Viewtru, masquerading as Mark in the Rapunzel scandals is a Malaysian bomb. Pity we don't know what he looks like.

I do, however, know precise what Mark Nam looks like, and he's … yummylicious (sorry Mark, can't resist).

And I love the pictures.

I love the way how he links his friends and bloggers-unknown.

I love the map on his site.

And he is so fucking good looking, I drool all over the monitor and keyboard everytime I surf there.

Pity not many Malaysian men are camwhores. I think there's the problem with us you see, we like to stare at other people who look good, only if they don't, well, blab out loud that 'Hey look here, look here, I'm a babe, I'm a babe.'

But we find its okay for people like Angelina Jolie or Brad Pitt to take compromising pictures of themselves and sell it to the world for huge buckets of money.

Fucker, what's wrong with you guys man?!

I mean what kind of 'we're losers' attitude is this… why do we have to put ourselves into the 'shylah shylah' stereotyped barrel?

How the hell are we ever going to get out of our shells?

Oh no no, we, you know, we're SMART, we're CLEVER, and that just means that you know, we may not look good, but well, we have brains what, so who the hell cares?

Aiyeh, truth? Truth?

'You really think I'm such a babe meh?' Actually truth is, I'm not that pretty, well, not if you wanna compare me to Elaine or April and the bevy of beauties who I choose to be my friends. But my marketing techniques seem to sell quite well hoh, hoh.

Because of that everyone says I'm hot. Well, hot can also refer to my temper, blah.

But at least, we have smarties in Malaysia.

Like Captain Carcinogen, eg. The same guy who keeps getting killed y my Spam Karma (I suspect its because your nick has a 'carcinogen' in it).

He's funny.

He leaves stupid comments in my site well, of course. I like to boost my reader's egos too (and you know this means that if you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you too).

Well, if you're evil to me, I'll TRY to be nice to you, but no guarantees.

But Captain is hilarious. Now how to be hilarious when it comes to just words, just words, and no pictures? No parodies too, just you know, little snippets of his thoughts on his dailies.

And other obscure things.

Probe his mind. On the blog.

I sound like a freaking advertiser. But anyway.

I was THISCLOSE to featuring Tormentt on my Fabulous Females Part Deux. And then (s)he told me that (s)he's a guy.

Ey, actually I knew that adi lah.

But seriously.

I LIKE RAW HONESTY.

I like also, computers falling out of office blocks.

But while everyone else is either trying to suck up to suanie and me or trying to be on that side of the 'look what's with the big fuss' clane, Torment is open and upfront about his jealousy.

AND SINCE WE'RE ON THE TOPIC, eh of course its a big fuss, fucker, hey not every day that ORDINARY people get front page splat-ons in the local dailies. Yeah its an insignificant lifestyle pullout but who the fuck cares man?

Tormentt dug into his flesh and went all ballistics and did the PURE, PURE, HONEST post.

Now THAT, is what I call a damn good (tormented) blogger.

Time to go. See ya.

OK.

This is the real thing.

I did a podcast.

No shit.

I did a no-brainer podcast.

OK. It's not me, I'm not the star of this show.

But please give a hand to Nick-korkor and Eric (with me, of course) as we talk about Nick's cheesy pick up lines.

And yeah.

It's BIG and it'll prolly kill my bandwidth so get it down before I take it off. OK?

Nick's take on cheesy pick-up lines (2.45 MB, so a high-speed connection is recommended)

And while you're at it, read Elaine's post on how she felt the wave that came flooding from this site to her site. MUAHAHHA I love you too chicas!!