EXISTENTIAL CRAP

Clicking on a Friendster profile and finding out that it’s private or those who keep  private photos is like a nudist colony with some members wrapped in towels and gives a peek only to those whom they want to grant request.

Talk about making a complete travesty of it all. It is like Borat meets the Pope.

They’ve already lied about their age -and the rest of what’s in the profile- in the first place, what is still keeping them from openly sharing their made-up profiles?

Friendster, then, is an online community that hesitates to connect with other people who would like to know more about who they’re not 

And when I open their blogs, instead of finding out more of the thoughts of a person, I read lyrics of songs.

‘Tis the age of the copy-paste. Growing up with Jollibee’s value meals has systematically repressed the individual to sets of limited choices, thus, one only has to copy and paste which song lyrics reflect his or her feelings – or whatever he or she wants to project as his or her thoughts. ..

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