Someone complained about my blog.

No, it wasn’t about the retina-burning colour scheme. It was about my content instead.

No, it wasn’t about the “excessive” use of cuss words or lack of consideration towards the flamed victims. It was about how I “do not” talk about my feelings or my everyday life.

Boy, is he in for a PMS ride.

You want me to talk about my feelings? Sure, you have no idea how pissed am I at our fellow “citizens of the world”. I can just be like any other stupid emo kids who do nothing but rant yet they don’t give two shits about their own country. Kids who think their “Oh my god, that’s like, uh huh! She was such a total bitch! She completely ruined my life! I mean, how could she? But then he was like, so, like, cool, you know? YOU KNOW? Oh my god, we have like, so much in common! Like totally!” is Shakespeare.

Anyway, unfortunately for you who complained, 89% of the time, I only blog for myself. And since that I contribute the rest of the 11% to a fair amount of blogders, I feel it unfair if I blogged about dull and mundane everyday-I-use-Colgate-and-now-my-teeth-turned-brown-and-

I-bought-a-cool-Bata-shoe-today-life, or about the evil I feel towards my mum for trivial little shits like not letting me buy some wicked sandals from Mega Sales.

Seriously, even if I don’t know shits about your blog and am just a beta testing blogder, I do not wish to spend 5 fucking minutes getting my Firefox/IE lagged at your overdone lala-coloured online diary just to read about your oblivion to the fact that nobody give two shits about your goat named Babina.

Unless Babina saved your cat from a tree.

I mean, who could resist an SPCA moment? By the way, it’s not everyday you read about a cat-saving goat.

Of course, it’s no crime to blog about something you love. It’s okay if you blogged about how in love you are with your spouse, how your wife cheated on you, or how you love stealing your neighbour’s Carrefour catalogs.

JUST NOT 100 TIMES ABOUT THE SAME DAMN THING EVERYDAY, please and thanks.

But seriously again, it’s a barter trade in the blogosphere. You pay for readership with good content. It’s a fucking big crime if your blog elicits boredom.

You’re indirectly getting your wish, The One Who Complained: I’m fucking emo right now to blog what you want.

Oh, and also a tribute to the Emo clan.