My First (and hopefully last) Adventure of Being a Camwhore

There was once a Blogger.

He was not one of those famous celebrity bloggers, mind you. For one, he didn’t receive 10,000 hits per day on his site, nor did he have one of those internet advertisement application on his blog.

No, he was just an ordinary blogger.

He did not blog everyday. He only blogged when he felt like it, or whenever he wanted to moan about something or whenever he was horny.. but thats another story all together.

He could understand though, of the additional income derived from the online advertising generator as he liked money and he could understand that people in general liked money. But then again, there are better means of getting money he thought. Opening a burger stall for one. Or joining UMNO. Or MCA if you’re a chinese or MIC if you’re Indian or Parti Sumpit or whatever party that represents the ‘dan lain lain’ people in Sabah and Sarawak. You need to stab a few people in the back first though, but its a lesser hassle than blogging about what you had for breakfast.

No, the blogger never did understand the fascination of the people for everyday-life blogs. But most importantly he did not understand why would anyone would want to post pictures of themselves doing mundane everyday stuff. He could understand if they had the Eiffel Tower in the background, or the Sphinx or the Playboy mansion. More often than not, the said bloggers, who by the way, do not have such visually stunning facial descriptions, would be the ones posting their pictures, doing the most mundane chore in the history of mankind.

So, in protest of such web logs, this ordinary blogger, who by the way, does not receive 10,000 hits per day,  nor utilizes the Internet advertisement application, has decided post his pictures, all of which are in very narcissistic poses, for your viewing pleasure.

Please feel free to throw up. Or ogle and enjoy as much as you like, because it’s bloody not happening again.

~ by 9 on May 14, 2008.