The Infamous Friendster Suspects

I can blame it on homesickness I guess. But without any other reason besides reconnecting with my high school friends, plus Kathleen’s persuasion at the side, I recreated a Friendster profile. I thought this could be my only way to be updated with what my friends are doing on their “spare time” since most of the people from the Philippines (I didn’t say teens nor adults but people in general- without any age range at all) updates their profiles to the delight or demise of anyone.

Now if you keep an observer’s eye while browsing profiles, then you would be equally if not more than entertained checking out other people’s shoutouts, interests or hobbies or even photographs. Just basically looking at them will make you curb a smile or even cackle a little. Unexpectedly you might even get distracted by everyone’s shiny, shimmering and glittering pages. But you won’t care because you even got that hot pink wallpaper which beats the hell out of anyone’s page.

Well anyway, what I am trying to point out is the domination of me-generation everywhere we might go. There’s MySpace or FaceBook, blogs, YouTube videos and who might even forget Twitter? How vain can we get? Now don’t be mistaken, I’m not really against these in fact, I am guilty of having a lot of online accounts. What I hate most is the superbly annoying answers of people to a lot of questions from social networking sites.

Let’s talk about Friendster, they might have invented the “It’s Complicated” status which you can also pick now in Facebook but we know now that they are also trying to put applications in pages. Now that’s Facebook’s right to put a TM on the side.

Moreover, don’t get scared now with all the pictures cut in half. Or the famous camera-shy poses. It’s all in the name of vanity!

And what I hate most is the ever aggravating posers. The usuals? Read on:

“Don’t hate me..”

And when asked to describe oneself?

“Mirror please”.

And the annoying “Not for insecure morons”. The hell someone’s insecure of her!

And the “Check out my photos”

The vain blog entries and a lot more of deeply infuriating, self-absorbed narcissistic shannanigans.

Please help them.

Now if anyone happens to read this, “Don’t hate.”

Ha ha ha ha.