It's tough job being a male blogger sometimes.

Some people write for themselves and some people write for an audience. Like most people, I do both and I reckon kennysia.com did a pretty good job so far balancing them.

I do have to admit though that I don't always find writing for an audience easy at all. Most people tell me that they visit my blog for laughs. I acknowledge that. However ideas, inspiration and wit are not something that come 24/7. They go through a cyclical pattern, much like a woman's menstrual cycle.

So occassionally during my low point I get people telling me, "Eh Kenny, write something funny lah." I try to tell them "Eh friend, I'm gonna be very busy the next two weeks hor. Can you like, make my girl have PMS right now so we can get it over and done with?"

That usually shuts them right up.

It's so much easier being a female blogger.

Guys can only write so much humour, politics and technology before we run out of inspiration. For girls, they can write the same stuff if they wanted to, but they can also write a bimbo blog.

Bimbo blog is a genre of blogging that'll never go out of style. They're characterised by the blogger (usually female) posting up half-an-Internet-full-of-bandwidth-sucking photos of themselves going about doing stuff like partying, going for manicures, shopping, partying, attending fashion shows, partying, doing their make-up, partying, meeting celebrities, going on a cruise, partying, partying, partying... zzzzzzz.

Bimbo blogs may not have a lot of substance or thought-provoking content, but you know what? They're fun. And people read it. And people DIG those shit. I know I do. Just look at the female bloggers I linked to on my sidebar - half of them write darn good bimbo blogs.

I read a lot of bimbo blogs because I'm a hot-blooded male and I never stop being curious about the opposite sex since puberty.

One thing though. Bimbo blogs are strictly the realm of female bloggers. Guys can't write bimbo blogs. I mean if you're a guy and you enjoy posting up multiple hi-resolution self-indulgent photos of yourself, mannnnn... you got some serious issues to deal with, mate. Stop touching my body.

That's precisely the reason why I can't help but to feel envious of Xiaxue sometimes. I know it's a bit mean for me to say this, me being her personal friend, I love her and all that. But Xiaxue doesn't exactly write the most cheem stuff you know, and yet the advertisers LOVE her! They love her to DEATH!

I don't understand. How on God's Green Earth is one girl able to, just by writing a pink bimbo blog, attract all those companies giving her free T-shirts, free cruises, free MP3 players, free contact lens solution, free manicure, free hairstyling, etc. At the same time still able to earn MORE advertising revenue in a month than my monthly salary working 9-5.

Heck, I'm getting more hits now than Xiaxue when she first got her Localbrand endorsement. WHERE IS MY ENDORSEMENT DEAL?! WHERE IS MY DAWN YANG TALENT AGENCY CONTRACT!? Hello? Big time major corporate companies!? Does being the No.1 Malaysian blog on Technorati not mean ANYTHING to you???

Ok ok ok, maybe not.

My point is, I'm drowning in a green pool of jealousy at all these perks the bimbo blogs are getting. I think it's clear.

BIMBO BLOG = MONEY.

So I figured, why not turn kennysia.com into a bimbo blog? I'd love to go on a free cruise. I'd love to get a free MP3 player. If they can do it, why can't I?

I mean, how DIFFICULT could it be? All I got do is... post up many many photos of myself.

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I am in a good mood today so I am going to give you all make up tips.

These are my nails.

These are my nails after I put on fake nails.

I am so pretty.

These are my eyes.

These are my fake eyelashes.

These are my eyes after I put on fake eyelashes.

I am so pretty.

This is Superstar Virgo.

They sponsored my cruise trip. I am so happy. Please support Superstar Virgo.

Here are some photos of me clubbing with my friends.

Ok gtg. In case you forgot how chio I am, here's a reminder.

I am pretty.

I am pretty.

I am pretty.

I am pretty.

I am pretty.

I am pretty.

Don't you think I'm so gorgeous?