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What Rubbish.

In The Star today  -

“Bloggers, including those paid to write product reviews, should set their own standards of ethics.”

Wow. So three bloggers’ opinions count as every blogger’s?
Time and time again, i’ve repeated that bloggers who get paid for their posts/reviews/advertorials (whatever you want to refer them as) should possess some media credibility.

You say you’re not media, yet want to be treated a certain way? What?! Make up your mind! 

Reading the contradictions in the article made me scowl.
I already knew about the forum held yesterday when one of the PR managers who attended called me to share what atrocity he thought was being said.

Believe you me there will be retaliation on this subject from me and other individuals who do not feel the same way.

 

Ho Hum

That’s my reaction nowadays to hate comments: “Ho hum…” as i click to trash it away.

Away away away
  hateful things!

I have a happy blog.
It doesn’t have need or space for spiteful sayings and green monsters.

Admittedly, my reactions differ at times.

Sometimes it’s, “What on earth are they talking about?!”
Cos it doesn’t make sense.
Then i delete it.

At times, i think, “Man. Some people are damn free.”
*click click*
Delete.

It’s like, so malas to retaliate, when what meaning to me does it serve?
Make me feel better? By justifying whatever?

I don’t understand why people would want to blow up negativities and pinpoint on them.
Oh wait. I do understand.
So you can bring someone down, make someone feel a tad worse than they do at the moment, and hopefully nearer to your spectrum of lowliness.
It’s as if by doing that, you can dust your hands off and go, “Ah! I feel good for the day! Showed someone else that life’s not so peachy after all.”

But why?
Whyyyyy

Spread the love and it’ll come back to you.
Like i always quip to my friends, “It’s all about the love, yo.”

Here, have a break, have a kit kat have a drink.
Cheers!

Cheers!
Taken by Irman Hilmi

 

I’ve Been A Bad Blogger.

I recently thought of starting another blog, one where i can write the real rubbish that goes on in my head and won’t collide with advertorial clients.

What would the clients think? Me writing about my imaginary conversations and rescue missions of drowning ants in my bathroom? I should really be concentrating on proper posts, non?

Then another thought would crop up - that, wait, isn’t this what a blog is supposed to be in the first place? To write whatever i want to spurt and chuck online, to italize and to bold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till disconnection do us part?

Then the thoughts would return -
ah-lah i cannot write all the random crazy shit i used to like last time because only three people read it then.

There was noone to judge,
no worries on whether people would read it only to get bored and wonder why the fuck is this girl always being featured for,
no care for whether my content would match my ads,
no censorship of the man in my life,
no deletion of comments because prying eyes and spiteful mouths were absent.

Now, it’s
wondering whether i should cut down my cursing,
censoring drunkard escapades because people point fingers and go, “What a wasteful life of partying you and your friends lead,”
talking to friends who are used to limelight to being told that rumour-mongering and backstabbing is normal and just to remember to stick to old friends (which in turn makes me think: shouldn’t everyone be given a chance at being a friend? not everyone is sneaky or bitchy),
trying to make sure i don’t make spelling or grammar mistakes so that people don’t go telling my eds, “Hey, that kinkybluefairy doesn’t know how to speak england” -_-,
cutting out my daily going-abouts because i don’t want it to clutter my blog,
and moderating these bitchy comments people leave which baffle me - so interested and so much time on their hands to dissect my posts and translate them into their own meaning of my life, have they.
******

Hmm halfway writing the post above, i ended up staring a new one with KinkyPugKevin helping me with the simple design.

Laughing

He said i’m making things complicated by starting a second blog.

I replied that it’s just to write my what-i-ate-today and inanimate-objects-i-spoke-to-today rubbish.
And that if it doesn’t work out, so be it.

Let me get into the groove of it first Blush then i’ll link it.

 

Linking, Shlinking.

I didn’t edit my links for ages because people honestly get way too emo over it (other then the truth - i procrastinated editing them).

For instance, when RainbowGayDave stopped blogging, i moved his link to a different category and his friends asked him whether we had a fight.
Whatevah
Which in turn made the fellow paranoid whether i was mad at him.
Whatevah

Now i’m removing the links of people who don’t really blog anymore… cos it just makes the list look too long.

But i’m holding on to Lawrence the Jiaoman cos it’s too classic to unlink, even though you guys haven’t rubbished there for ages!

I’m also holding on to FaiTheMai’s and POB’s cos they’re so emo, better not unlink Silly
AdamPoserPan, when you start blogging again i’ll link you Laughing

 

The Word ‘Advertorial’

A short while back, i was invited to speak in Segi College regarding New Media.

Forum @ Segi College

One of the points i touched on during the forum was on why one should state ‘advertorial’ on a published piece that is paid for. Needless to say, you will most certainly find printed publications out there who do not comply to this. It will never be an issue that will be prevented completely because, hey, as long as the publishing company can afford to execute and print, the only factor it boils down to is ethics.

The same goes for bloggers, as it should.

It’s inevitable that blogs are fast becoming an advertising medium for clients, and some of the questions i’ve been asked constantly are “Do you have to put ‘advertorial’ there?” and “Why?”

No, i don’t *have* to. But why i do it is because i want my audience to discern the difference between a post i’m being paid to publish, and something i’m writing out of my own free time and will. As a result of the Journalism Values & Ethics in New Media Conference, a portion in their value of protocols is dedicated to commercial pressure - “The audience will be able to clearly distinguish between editorial content and advertising, including advertorials and other advertising models as they emerge.”

So it’s not so much the point that we, as bloggers, have to write it. I just think it’s something we should do because if you treasure your audience, as does your audience your word, then at the very least state if something’s there because you’re being paid for it. Do not mistake my words, for there are many advertorials whose brands i rave about because i memang adore them already, so that makes it easier.

Read more about the protocols *here*

 

On Comment Deleting.

I didn’t think of deleting any of the hateful comments i got at first.
Branding me a slut, a boyfriend-stealer, amongst others.

“I’m so sorry… are you okay?” asked DM.
“Yeah. I’m fine,” i said flatly.
“I don’t know how you do it…”
“Well, i know it’s not true. And we have no idea who these people are. So why let it bother me? If i listened to everything people had to say about me, i wouldn’t be myself!”

I wouldn’t.
I’d be too cautious and choked up, afraid and wondering what people people people will say.

“Can’t you take them down?”
“Yes… but i won’t. Cos i have nothing to hide.”
“But it’s not fair..!”
“I know it’s not fair. It’s just circumstance.”

“Do you want me to leave a comment and say something?” he asked worriedly.
I laughed. “What are you going to say? Gosh, don’t need la.”

So i left them up.
Someone else branded him a slut.
“What… i’ve never been called a slut before!” he shook his head in disbelief.
I joked wryly, “See… maybe you shouldn’t go out with a blogger, huh?”
He gave a lopsided smile in reply.

So still i left them up.
And they got worse… and worse.

Stupid people are, and always will be, stupid.
They only talk and listen to what they want to hear.
The fact that you spoke to a close friend of the ex means you have all the story?
I’m sure everyone has their own version to the story.
Have you bothered asking DM what he has to say?

I consulted blog tai kor Kenny Sia.

Kenny Sia says:
wtf some ppl too free

*KinkyChillFairy* says:
do you moderate your comments? or you don’t bother
Kenny Sia says:
of course i delete some nasty comments
its my web space, i paid for it
why should i allow abusive comments to reside on my site?
like i’m paying ppl to abuse me

*KinkyChillFairy* says:
lol
Kenny Sia says:
damn not worth it right?
but it sucks that that’s the case lah
seriously, feel free to del the comments
or if u can ban the ip, even better

*KinkyChillFairy* says:
ha ok, i ask my programmer
seriously -_- go see my last post comments. they like fucking cannot stop ok
Kenny Sia says:
u gotta be able to track the ip address from ur admin window
see if they’re the same folks

*KinkyChillFairy* says:
they are
i just checked

In our short conversation, his line repeated in my head: “Of course i delete some nasty comments.
Its my web space, i paid for it. Why should i allow abusive comments to reside on my site? Like i’m paying ppl to abuse me.”

So for the first time since i moved site, i deleted the comments.

But to the poor hardworking folk who have been diligently posting those comments, why, hello there.

Of course, by hello, i’m referring to the three or so people who have been finding time to invest in fictional story-telling, but you already knew this was for you. Why wouldn’t you? The only reason you would stop by and have a little chat is because you’d want me to respond.

So here i am.

Unfortunately for you, this isn’t a two-way conversation. If i made a little effort, i can probably confirm your identities, but where’s the fun in that? Of course, the fun lies in *your* claims. Oh, and for the others reading this, by *your*, i mean the three IPs who have been spamming comments the past few days. Staggering crowd, i know.

You call me a slut. I call you a liar.

You call me a thief. I call you a liar.

You call caution to my kinky name. What are you, nine-years-old?

This isn’t a rebuttal, because i don’t owe you an explanation, especially when you don’t have the balls to tell it to my face and have me slam it back at yours in return. I can and should elaborate on all the things which will inevitably make you look like an idiot, but that’s not necessary. I say this because you’re still the coward behind the monitor, and i’m the one asking you to, at the very least, con more people into joining your deluded cause because frankly, if you want a revolution, build an army.

At least don’t be silly and lie about it too.

Oh, wow… I guess you really got to me because look, you took up 15 minutes of my drinking time at Somo.
If you have further questions, please, feel free to ask me there.
I might even buy you a drink.
No poison. I promise.