Ignore the trolls

Troll (n) – In Internet slang, a troll is someone who posts inflammatory, extraneous, or off-topic message in an online community…. (Source: Wikipedia: Troll)

There is a trend of blogging that many people adhere to these days. The blogger will post radical thoughts and comments. They are all provocative in manner. These are the bloggers that will be getting thousands of page hits; including thousands of hate mails and offensive comments. The readers will direct their hate towards what is being written and to the blogger.

Surprisingly, even after knowing such blogs post offensive topics to their virtue and sensitivity, the readers always come back for more, and leave yet another rebuttal in the comment section. Shows how much mental capacity these people have. The readers, I mean. It’s funny sometimes how some people try to out-troll the troll. And to people like me, we enjoy reading the comments more than the actual trolling. It provides a certain… un-healthy entertainment.

This type of bloggers will be so happy that you contribute to their page hits, and it’s a no wonder they are making money out of the haters.

All I can say is, if you don’t like what is being written, don’t read it. Ignore that the blog even exist. You might feel a certain need to act on justice, but justice cannot be done through force. Nor can it materialise through hate mails or vile words. And if after two or three comments the posts do not change in nature, just leave it. Let it be.

Some trolls provide the avenue for community bashing. This is especially true if you’re reading entertainment blogs. They post a picture of a certain singer or actors. These people are caught on picture doing something or wearing something which does not go well with the local community. And, Eureka! The hate comments will come flooding in. You get comments that is “hollier-than-thou” type. It’s sad.

I personally do not condone trolling activity. It is wrong to humiliate people, it is even more wrong to get people together to humiliate other people. You are being the catalyst, and you are not spreading positivity around. Use your writing talents for better things, to get people to work together.

Trolls will not be awaken if they are not provoked. Yes they are ugly and most of the time evil, but if you play their game, you’ll lose. Take the higher ground. Use a different bridge, build a new one if you need to. Just ignore the troll’s bridge and sooner or later, the troll will die. Alone.

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Let's Laugh

Happy New Year 2007!!

Hi everyone!! I'm sure most of you are still away for a very long holiday.

Anyway. I do have a lot of things to share, but I found myself restless and more concern on the job that I have to do. So, I might be behind in updating my looney bin.

There is only one elevator in Pudica. I take it every morning to go to my office on the third floor. Like any other elevator, there is a notice informing the passenger of steps to take if trapped inside. Steps one to three are the usual; press the alarm button, wait for response and inform the situation. Step four; "Do not panic until help arrives". So, I am supposed to remain calm all the way and go berserk when the rescue team arrive. Okay, check that. Step five, repeat steps one to three if necessary.

I know... I know... this is a boring post. I'll babble about something else soon.

Thursday's Babble

I've always known I'm not really good at wearing heels. I prefer flats. I always get them stucked either in the cracks of the pavement, or the metal cover of the manhole, or in the soft mound of the soil. You name it, I'm sure I've stucked 'em heels in before... It's not like I'm wearing three-inches or stilettoes... They are rectangular in shape and about one inch. Maybe one an a half.

Not too long ago, I was walking beside one of the most gorgeous sexy man I've known who resembled this guy (I kid you not), I fell down smacked on my cushion because my heels were stucked in between the decorative pavement. One moment I was chatting and walking confidently beside him, the next he was walking alone. I wished the earth would open up and swallowed me whole. He said with a shake of the head and low chuckle, "Jade, only you..." and being the gentleman he was, he sort of scooped me up. Auuwwwwww...

Last week I was enjoying the day out with him when I sort of missed my step and had to stop walking abruptly. To which I was at the receiving end of, "You really can't walk in heels, can you?" Adoiiiiiiii... Malu okay... To exaggerate, I felt my feminity was being questioned. On the same day, with the same guy, during the same outing, I sort of stumbled a little while going up the escalator. Don't ask me how.

I think I'm a natural clutz. I used to be quite clumsy in my younger years. But I've grown up. I am far more graceful now. He he he... But these little moments that happened that could not be helped... I just don't know. Is there a possiblity that a circuit somewhere in my grey area is telling me something? Now, if it happens once in a long while, people would think it's cute. Or funny. But if it's repetitive, it's just soooooo annoying, isn't it?

Anyway, yeah... that's me. So.

Now, last night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt that I was getting fat and did not realise it. My friends were too kind to point it out until I realised it myself. And the moment that happened, I got fatter every minute. It worsen until I could actually hold parts of my bulging face and pull at it! It was so scary I tell you. Now, before you start saying that this has something to do psychologically, I tell you, no. I know I am not fat, I'm just urrm... well endowed. Muahahaha... But I tell you, when I woke up, I uttered thanks to God that it was just a dream...