I’ve met a couple of rare species who do not heart Facebook. With all the hype that this social networking site created, there are still some people who a) do not believe in it, b) feel that mainstreaming is too lowly for their taste, or c) just don’t care.

I heart FB.

I think that in everything, there are always advantages and disadvantages. FB’s new design is quite stalker-friendly, that is if you don’t have an inkling that you can modify your Privacy Settings. I’m glad I have good friends who care and taught me to click that hyperlink on the upper right corner and check what I want people to see. There, I’ve already mentioned tha advantage.

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Caveat: To be able to read and appreciate this essay, you should be armed with the prerequisite knowledge of sarcasm and irony, the ability to acknowledge the absurdity of our government, and have a good set of balls and a backbone.

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Facebook invaded the interwebs on February 2004 (and started eating its competition alive); it all started with a [then] Harvard sophomore, Mark Zuckerberg. The Philippines caught the Facebook bug only relatively recently, since Friendster Mad Cow was then the preferred spawn pool/watering hole/troll central/social website.

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When the person I’m reporting to in the NGO I just joined told me we were going to visit the relocation site of typhoon victims in Laguna, I had mixed feelings. I was a bit apprehensive because I heard the atmosphere was depressing…and I try to stay away from anything that would damage my spirit in any way.

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i never really knew her. she was just one of my many faceless classmates. all of our conversations were limited to heys and nods, except for that one time when i stayed in school to work on something for design class long after everybody else went home.

she was a member of the volleyball varsity. their practice had just finished and she was still towelling off some sweat from her face when she walked into the classroom. her seat was a couple of rows behind mine. after a few minutes spent in silence, she sat down beside me and started talking.

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