photograph each day 27 July 2005
the downside of Friendster
Oh, there are a lot, honey. I don' t even know where to begin.
Let's start the list anyway:
1. People tend to lie. Or rather, liars spring up like mushrooms in Friendster. There's a thin line between putting in rockstar as your occupation and claiming in the About Me section that girls are drooling over you. I might like you better if you just admit you're a bozo than pretend to be some hunk-a-hunk-a-burnin'-love.
2. Stolen pictures. You wonder why your friend suddenly looks like Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, or some Korean star, but no, it's just really them uploading those pictures in hopes of having people give them the time of day. May they wake up to the awful truth that they will never be those celebrities, and that regardless of what they dreamt of last night, they will always face the mirror the next morning and realize the nightmare is real.
3. Stolen content. Apparently they won't stop with pictures, they steal other people's thoughts too. If you can't write good and your grammar is as bungled up as your head, it doesn't really matter as long as you did it yourself. And don't bother using online translators to make your paragraphs French or Spanish. So lame. Or using complex words to impress, because quite frankly, I'm not. Especially when I know that you don't really know what you're saying. But hey, maybe I haven't seen you in ages and you've somehow managed to learn a foreign language. Let's hear it then.
4. Copycats. They copy music, books, and movie preferences. I abhor that. They write down books they've never read, artsy films they've never watched. They try to write down names of obscure rock bands just so people would think they're cool and that they're aware of the underground scene. Pathetic. Music is music, and our choices do differ. Don't pretend you like, say, Pinikpikan, if you really don't. You might crack your skull open and find out you like, say, Eminem after all. Shudder.
5. They use it as online dating. Since when, huh? Last time I checked Friendster was supposed to be a place to reconnect with old friends and to be kept updated about whatnots on current friends. It's stupid enough to actually believe it's him in the profile picture, but then you had to send him messages in hopes of finding true love. That's sad. Terribly sad. Then you pester him to meet up with you in some mall. Oh God. Another brain down the drain.
6. The got it all mixed up. Don't put your ramblings on the Bulletin Board --- that's why they have what you call Friendster Blog. Don't write down your life story in the About Me section --- you're supposed to just describe yourself. And don't put in awful text messages as testimonials, like the "apple of my eye" thing --- you're supposed to write about that certain person. It's about time you learn the Friendster abc's.
But then I can't help logging in almost everyday because people are just so amusing. And with the weirdest of profiles and names such as sexy_pink, hottie_mama and qtee_pie_love, how can I resist?
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The Skeletal System
Let's start the list anyway:
1. People tend to lie. Or rather, liars spring up like mushrooms in Friendster. There's a thin line between putting in rockstar as your occupation and claiming in the About Me section that girls are drooling over you. I might like you better if you just admit you're a bozo than pretend to be some hunk-a-hunk-a-burnin'-love.
2. Stolen pictures. You wonder why your friend suddenly looks like Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, or some Korean star, but no, it's just really them uploading those pictures in hopes of having people give them the time of day. May they wake up to the awful truth that they will never be those celebrities, and that regardless of what they dreamt of last night, they will always face the mirror the next morning and realize the nightmare is real.
3. Stolen content. Apparently they won't stop with pictures, they steal other people's thoughts too. If you can't write good and your grammar is as bungled up as your head, it doesn't really matter as long as you did it yourself. And don't bother using online translators to make your paragraphs French or Spanish. So lame. Or using complex words to impress, because quite frankly, I'm not. Especially when I know that you don't really know what you're saying. But hey, maybe I haven't seen you in ages and you've somehow managed to learn a foreign language. Let's hear it then.
4. Copycats. They copy music, books, and movie preferences. I abhor that. They write down books they've never read, artsy films they've never watched. They try to write down names of obscure rock bands just so people would think they're cool and that they're aware of the underground scene. Pathetic. Music is music, and our choices do differ. Don't pretend you like, say, Pinikpikan, if you really don't. You might crack your skull open and find out you like, say, Eminem after all. Shudder.
5. They use it as online dating. Since when, huh? Last time I checked Friendster was supposed to be a place to reconnect with old friends and to be kept updated about whatnots on current friends. It's stupid enough to actually believe it's him in the profile picture, but then you had to send him messages in hopes of finding true love. That's sad. Terribly sad. Then you pester him to meet up with you in some mall. Oh God. Another brain down the drain.
6. The got it all mixed up. Don't put your ramblings on the Bulletin Board --- that's why they have what you call Friendster Blog. Don't write down your life story in the About Me section --- you're supposed to just describe yourself. And don't put in awful text messages as testimonials, like the "apple of my eye" thing --- you're supposed to write about that certain person. It's about time you learn the Friendster abc's.
But then I can't help logging in almost everyday because people are just so amusing. And with the weirdest of profiles and names such as sexy_pink, hottie_mama and qtee_pie_love, how can I resist?
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The Skeletal System
Maan and Tina clowning around / the gang with our Anatomy protagonist