Again, you will still read the shit I poo
Jul 11, 2005 in Diary-writer
It seems as if the above is an ongoing blogging truth.
In response to the current 'I'm-so-femes-so-you-will-read-the-shit-I-write-crap':
I find it amazing that because I am some sort of labelled blog-ho, goddess or idolized-blogging-great, the words that I type are being scrutinized to their very finest spelling.
Which brings me to the end of saying something that has been oversaid, over trashed and overdone that you'll probably feel like you've read this before, uttered by the many more bigger people that I am.
'You guys have seriously nothing better to do!'
At the end of the day, what have you failed, instinctively, is to look into that mirror that you have before you when you brush your teeth every morning and every night and think to yourself, 'Hmmm… I'm okay also what. I'm also fine what. I'm also likeable. I'm ugly but I'm cute and people still love me what.'
Now why am I here somewhere that you might never will be, I'll tell you my little secret.
Every single day, I take a gila photo of myself and tell myself, 'Look at the goddess that is screaming out of my soul.'
'Look at the beeyootifulll person that is me!'
'Look at me look at me look at me! God made me a good person. God made me a likeable person. God made me something that is so wonderful that so many people just wants a piece of me. I am so lucky, I am so blessed I am wonderfully, wonderfully and happily me!'
The kind of self-indulging things I say to myself. Well, they are for myself to hear only, and if you say those things to yourself in the mirror, all your ugly pimples will MAGICALLY DISAPPEAR.
NO KIDDING. REALLY ONE. LISTEN TO AUNTIE MINISHORTS, SHE SPEAKS THE BLOGGING TRUTH. ALWAYS. ALL THE TIME. FAILSAFE TRUTH!
But of course lah if you look like me, write like me, talk like me, it's easy to be confident and hence, ooze confidence that just screams to be admired.
I'm sorry but I can't help it that I look good even when I am suffering from cranky period blues.
I'm sorry but I can't help it that I'm curvier than Eric's coupe.
I'm sorry but I can't help it that I'm a blogging babe.
Chewah, aksyen di sini pulak. My blog. I say what I like. I post what I like. You don't like you go close down this site and visit someone else. I don't give a fuck about you because I don't know who the fuck you are.
But its true! It's true you know what I say is true!
Cos seriously (if you already blog) you don't have to know me or be like me or rely on me or even (Heaven forbid!) blog about me to increase your hits, etc. . I mean instead of reading my site and thinking 'wah she's hit it here,' or sometimes, 'what crap shit she's blabbing about' or 'aiyoh she's playing blog police and being holier-than-thou-again' you better go and re-examine your own behaviour and think about the kind of things that are coming out of your busybody mind.
I mean I like you to come lah, because it's my house, but sometimes, you guys overdo it lah. You remind me of those busybody guests who I invite to my place during CNY open houses and then very cleverly start to point out to me how the cushion covers do not match the colour of the furniture.
I am just a normal person but you refuse to believe it so for some obscure reason suddenly I am this weird person who attracts you to no end and… this whole jingbang of eccentricities are doing nothing more than making me and my funnier, prettier, more famous friends blab about the rest of you like you're a bunch of minions.
This great divide? It's not there. Fab Four? We're not fabulous. Funny? We're not funny. Pretty? We're not worthy. These are just labels, christened by you, you and you.
The reason why minishorts.net is such a text-heavy site is because you have to read properly to understand what I'm trying to say. And the worst thing of all, sometimes I am so incoherent to myself that at the end of me composing my posts I don't even know what the fuck I just blabbed about. I just hit 'publish' and that's it… then suddenly some people come in and say, 'Wah very thoughtful.'
The result is very often, Elaine and I will be trying our very best not to burst out in evil laughter at that idiots that you have made yourselves out to be.
I think everyone should really train each own self to know how to appreciate your own self-worth. After that when you're able to do that let's talk sense.
But before that, if you want to say something blog something or comment on something, try to be use your brain a little and be smarter.
Don't lah act like a silly little chicken and just simply fart a smelly stinky smell and embarass yourself. Buat lawak saje.
