A hilarious flame war has ignited on blogosphere over a trivial blog competition on Youth.sg.

Here’s a brief background of what happened:

Real fxxking hilarious. But this is my take on it:

First of all, no popularity contest is fair. The person who can best organise and mobilise people to vote for him wins. That’s not mentioning, a lot of people don’t really give a flying fxxk what is on their friend’s blog or whether they are spewing crap when their friends had asked for votes. In other words, whether MrOtaku’s blog entry is good or not does not matter, because he has won hands down by simply being more able in mobilising people to vote for him, and if you losers want to know why you lost, you need look no further than your own friends. Ever wondered if some of them are really true to you or just paying lip service? In fact, for all you know, the noisiest ones among them, the one whacking Priss the hardest maybe the ones who didn’t vote for you and they are now doing that because of their own guilty conscience.

Frankly, with Priss being the object of your wrath now, doesn’t it serve their purposes? It’s no use grilling them because they will never admit. But, sore losers, in reality you should have just blamed your own friends for not voting hard enough. Try ‘try harder’ next time, Chimps.

Next, being Priss’ friend, I wonder why do her opponents think by denigrating her as a fugly bitch, that would nullify her comments (or criticisms) of their blogs? The fact is still, MrOrtaku won, and regardless of how and why he won, that’s the only thing that matters.

Would hurting Priss for what she physically is – fat – grant you victory? How did she become ugly in that empty space you called a brain is beyond me. What kind of satisfaction does this cyber-masturbation gain for all of you? There is once again no doubt MrOtaku should win looking at the pseudo-intellectual cyber-ejaculation all of you have been posting up of late. Heh.

And here’s some food for thought: there used to be a time when fat women are considered beautiful, not the anorexic-looking, skinny, skeletal bimbo today. Go to the Asian Civilisation Museum and you will see a porcelain figure of a plump lady from that era. That’s not mentioning, a Chinese Emperor from that era almost lost his Empire over his fat concubine. If you never heard of that story, get the proper education that you clearly lacked.

Finally, here’s what I have to say for the sore losers: It’s YOUR blog. It’s YOUR creativity. Unless even you yourself have doubts that it is the best, unless you haven’t given your best to it, there is abso-fxxking-lutely no reason at all why you should even take any criticisms negatively. When the mouth grows on other people’s head, they will say what they want to say and you just have to live with that hard fact of life.

A competition win maybe nice and it may confirm your self worth, get you on the papers and give you the limelight for awhile, but a few months from now probably no one will freaking remember you. Shrug the criticisms and move on. You are not so important that the world gives much of a damn about you.

Above which, if you don’t like the criticisms you are reading, then don’t read them. If people leaves shit on your comment section, you do to it what you would do to dog poo at your door: You wipe it clean.

Now grow up and get a fxxking life! Whether someone is a fugly bitch, still won’t change the fact that you sore losers LOST what is just a popularity contest! One that you lost not because you are not good enough, but simply because you are not popular enough.

Geddit, you vociferous fxxkers?

And incidentally, I am wondering… is the favourite tagline of Asslurving Isaac from City Harvest Church whose form teacher is a slut… I’m lurvving it?