# anonymous commented on March 6th, 2007:
Auntie.. recently your posts have been really boring la.. got so many sponsored posts! I want to see more penang food! Please! Thanks
Lanjiao lah, firstly if you want to say something like that, leave a name ok? Secondly, go die lah, I am on vegetarian diet, hari-hari eat grass, how to write decent posts about juicy steak, crispy lard pieces, oily belly pork? Think about it lah. You think a monk or a nun can write sex stories or not? Thirdly, I mana ada put sponsored post on my Best Recipe site? Niamah, you want to see more Penang food? Go die first then I go burn all the papers one for you to eat everyday. Kanneh!
So, that serves as a wake up call. Some bugger is saying, “It’s your blog, fuck what others think! You write what you want.” Easy for you to say lah. I write too ganas, people say I PMS. When I get critical, people say I heartless. When I get too emo, I get unnecessary sympathies. If I go too crazy, people think I mental. Yalah, it is my blog, I can write what I want. But at the end of the day, I also want to make sure that I had not made some spinsters crying because they think I said they are ugly and cannot marry or I make some wankers damn perasan that I say I adore men like them. Cheebye betul. It is between the devil and the deep blue sea.
So, instead of falling into either place, I make lame posts so that my backside doesn’t get zh’ng. Just last night, I was forced to categorise my blog posts. Usually, I dump all my craps, regardless of topics into the category ‘Personal’. But for the sake of RM300, I either do some work or lose it. Of course, I categorise lah, cos that’s the way to blog now.
While sieving through those old posts of mine, I got so nostalgic. I did write some very damn funny posts, some really daring ones and great ones. I was online with someone and yeah, I did proudly share those old posts of mine. I was like, “Shit, do you remember about (something something)? Look what I wrote a year back on the issue.” I took at look at that post and realised now, I wouldn’t dare to write in that same way. Because people will think I am err…..fatt hou.
See? I had transformed into
entertaining pleasing people rather than please myself. Now I don’t know if I like this. I want to go back to the shoot-from-the-hip, ganas mia 5xmom. Who the hell cares if I am not politically correct or being normal. I want to be me, the real 5xmom. And niasing punya anon., I hope you get lausai for the whole week for being ball-less.
Puadah semua lu. Pigi mati lah. Gua mau tulis apa, gua punya suka.