I have added two features into the nowhere blog, though I won’t call them improvements, since the blasted “reCaptcha” plugin for WordPress didn’t seem to work very well * special apologies to Jon *.

A little frustrating for my detractors and also the guys who wanted a say at the dismal behaviour and attitude of teenagers these days. Makes you wonder if our own elders and parents had entertained the thought of gassing us when we were kids, no? Heh. And thanks to re’Crap’tcha, I now have sitting in my mails, several complaints from a number of other people who are unable to enter their comments. * sigh *

Anyway, that’s why I have put in cbox. And this isn’t an improvement either because it defeats the very purpose of the reCaptcha plugin, i.e. to reduce the spam. It now basically throws the gates wide open for any single-cellular escapees from a patri-dish to make their points too.

Still, that doesn’t mean some of those un-educated pea-brains can now post with impunity or spam my blog as they like. Like I have said in my earlier post, if you shit on my blog, I will wipe it clean just like it’s dog poo at the corridor outside my door.

So, if you cannot spell (or deliberately do not want to spell correctly or write like you SMS); if you are disrespectful – especially when you are fxxking kid whose freaking public transport concessionary fare and education are subsidised by a taxpayer like me – I will just yank your comments from the cbox, because until you start earning your own money and contribute to the productivity of this country, your puny parasitic existence deserves no further attention – than what I am giving you now – until you have proven otherwise.

Well, you losers who lost the Youth.sg competition should learn one thing from Zoe Tay, and that is ‘swallow’. And I am talking about your pride, not your boyfriend’s / girlfriend’s body fluids, though I suspect you would be hard pressed to spell saliva, phlegm or semen correctly even on a good day when your minds are not all that stuckup.

So good day for now, since I have make my rules clear. If any of you – especially some creature called The Hen That Never Perished – need a thesarus to come up with better words at insult, or a dictionary to learn how to spell, a good online one is available here. Above which, I suspect a booked called ‘HTML for Dummies’ and a new keyboard without a broken shift / capslock key would help her a lot too.

And no, the thesarus is not a relative of the pink Barnie.

Anyway, there are just too many of the morons for me to smite at one go, so can you scheissekopfen please take a number? When he has time, Dr. Grievous will attend to you untermenschen one at a time. But only once… unless you are willing to pay for another session so he can give you a detailed psycho-analysis, allowing you to discover just what a spectacular portion of maternal copulating faecal material you have always been.

Until then, you can say whatever on your blog * yawn *. I maybe informed you have a lot to counter what I say but I just love my eyes too much to not want to hurt them. The prospect of lowering my I.Q. by a horrendous 20% figuring out all that bad… erm.. whatever is too much to bear. Was whatever put up by the hen on my cbox, which I wiped, English? Even Singlish is way superior and my god-niece born about 2 weeks ago was a lot of more intelligible because her one syllable wails carries more meaning.

After all, it would mean one of the following meanings: poo, food, discomfort, want attention, and she is a joy to watch.

*And change to 0 to o, O bold adventurers!