Epic Fail (and Part Win) of Social Networking

Social networking is a thing nowadays. It can be a way to keep in touch with friends and family no matter how far apart they are. It’s so much of a fad, that whenever someone's online, he or she would be logged on to at least one social networking site.

But as an annoying factor, most of the people that they add have no solid connection with one another. No personal relation or common friends whatsoever. The person they add would just act like a number in their friends list and that’s practically it. They wouldn’t do shit afterwards. Why do they want to have THAT many friends? Then there are those people that would have 2 or 3 accounts registered in a single site. Honestly, who the fuck needs that many accounts?! This ain’t a competition, pal. You don’t need to have 193,499 friends each on 6 Friendster accounts. Jesus of Suburbia…

Then there are people who would try to become popular by posing as a celebrity or some shit. They would go all the way by stealing identities, posting photos that are not really theirs, and the whole enchilada.

Then the sites would fuck things up more with, to how HappySlip would call it, “Full-on Stalker Mode.” A nasty little feature set on default that displays you and your friends’ every move whenever they’re online there. Imagine a whole list of things filling up the page like, “Shannon and Drake are now friends,” “Dwayne tagged Kobe in a photo,” “Kobe commented on a photo of him,” “Grace wrote on your wall,” and “Grace likes your status.”

Fucked up as it may be, it is also a plus to be in a social network.

Social networking is really a way to keep in touch with friends and family far away. I’m able to talk about the happenings here to my uncle living in Florida; I can post pictures and tag my friends that are in them, and then wait for their violent reactions; I can post my thoughts, and let them have a say about it. Practically anything that is possible, I can and will do.

Just try to socialize with caution; you’ll never know when some guy not so far away is stalking you.

Epic Fail of a Story

My depression got me to write this story. I didn't use names on this story 'cause I couldn't think of good ones without having to connect the story to my problem. Well, enjoy.
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Everyone gathered around the lifeless body of the guy. His blood spilled all over and drenched his clothes. His eyes were left wide open from the shock.

Most of the crowd knew him, significantly a girl he was calling moments before he died. He was running across the street, shouting out her name several times just before a speeding truck that came out of nowhere killed him on impact. Those were his last words, and the girl was the last face he saw. She knew this because they looked each other in the eye one last time when the incident occurred.

Before his death, she was mad at him because for something he did. Something that made her want to forget him. For that, she saw him as a guy pretending to be a friend just to be someone more. In other words, he reduced himself to nothing but a creep.

After his death, she suffered from mixed emotions. Half of her still had the hate for him, not giving a care that he was already dead. The other, guilt.

Word spread around the campus about the incident the following day, about the guy's now-famous last words, and the story behind it. This made the girl feel uneasy whenever she would roam along the halls, with everybody looking at her and talking about her. It seemed impossible for her to be at school without being questioned about the guy.

She later got a text from a classmate. The classmate told her that the dean needed to see her. When the girl asked why, all the classmate could answer was, "Something important."

She arrived in the dean's office. The off-white color of the walls kind of helped her neutralize her emotions and was able to calm her down for the meeting.

The dean greeted her, asked her how she knew the guy, and gave her a blood-stained envelope addressed to her. She kept the conversation short, got the envelope, thanked the dean, and left the room.

One she stepped foot out of the office, the girl ripped open the envelope, and pulled out the piece of paper inside. The paper was also stained in blood, but the writing was still readable.

After reading the letter, tears started running down from her eyes, her hands began to shake. Only then she knew that his love for her wasn't just infatuation. Only then she realized who she was to him. Only then she understood why he couldn't let go of her. But it was already too late -- he's gone, and she couldn't do anything about it anymore. All she could do was bow down her head, and mutter under her breath, "Apology accepted."

You Got Me Suicidal

Ever got to a point in your life that makes you think that you're just useless in this world? Anything involving you don't matter in this world no more, that where in one point, you just wanna take a pistol and aim it in your mouth or jump on to a moving car? If so, I feel your pain.

My life ain't exactly the best of times. Back in high school, I was practically the loser of the class. Almost on my own all the time, even in group works. I'm in love with a girl for 4 years, though we were never on. Now she hates me and does everything it takes to avoid me.

With the anger being thrown at me, I just feel like I just wanna stop in the middle of the expressway, waiting for a ten wheeler to take me away from my suffering. But I stop myself.

Instead, I just keep telling to myself, "There's still more to life. You're just 17. You still haven't done shit you want to do."

There's still a lot in life I have never experienced. I just gotta wait. So what my life is boring? It ain't different. It's just waiting to be different.

If it ain't God that's telling me to keep going forward 'cause it'll all be better later on, it's my conscience. If you were to end your life just now, will you then realize that you never got the guts to bungee jump off from a 250-foot high platform?

Epic Fail of the Company Policy

My auntie has a method she uses on all her credit cards and ATM cards. Instead of writing her signature at the back of the card, she writes, "Please request for an I.D." That way, should ever some douche steals her cards, it's gonna be impossible to make transactions 'cause there's no proof that the card is really his. One clever security technique I've learned that I can use in life soon.

My auntie and I were shopping in SM when this happened. We got a few stuff for the laundry shop, like a new iron, some basins, and a pail or two. And just as we finished paying with my auntie's credit card, the cashier wanted to hold back the card 'cause she said that store policy says that the signature on the receipt should match the one of the card. And since there was no signature, it made the card invalid to them. We tried explaining to her that what my auntie did to the card was a security purpose, but the information was impossible to process through that great barrier of thick make-up and skull of hers. She even called her manager, and even the manager didn't know what the fuck to do. She just kept repeating like a broken record, "The company policy clearly states that..." SCREW COMPANY POLICY! If you were in our shoes, you would be as pissed, right?

Jesus Christ of Suburbia....

The Epic Fail of a "Punk"

Sometimes, I can be a real idiot.

The Freshmen Society hosted an acquaintance party last night, and in the program had a few bands performing. I was the drummer in one of those bands.

There was one rule to follow when playing: Don’t get loud. Annoying as it seems for the concept of rock music, but this is Catholic school we’re talking about and the sisters can be really conservative. You’ll see what I mean in a bit.

We were the fourth group to play, having to follow two acoustic performances, and a light rock band. Our time came, going to play “Letters to You”, “Careless Whisper” and “My Heart Will Go On” in a punk fashion, and I really mean by punk. We broke that one rule and just played those songs raw, loud, and totally messed up, classic punk rock. Just the way it should be. I even threw in a crazy drum solo at the end of our performance as a bonus.

What was embarrassing is that by the time the band after us started to play, the mics when out, therefore canceling their performance. Turned out one of the members of that band told me that because of how my band played, it ticked off the nuns and they shut down the sound system right away.

I apologized and just helped out clean up the mess everyone left after the party. *facepalms*

Epic Fail of the "Idiots" of Pop Music

Don't be offended by the title, I'm only referring to the people who love pop music and is stupid enough not to appreciate any other genre of such. Don't get me wrong, I'm okay with guys like Michael Jackson and other stars like him.

It ticks me off when people think that they know sh** about music, when in reality, what they say is completely retarded.

I found this on one of the forums during the "Viva la Vida Infringement" issue some time back. In case you don't know, Joe Satriani filed a lawsuit against Coldplay 'cause their song, "Viva la Vida", sounded similar to Satch's song, "If I Could Fly".

Here it is, as posted by my co-member, Electric_Tomato:

UGH! I'm so frustrated! I don't care what you guys think, I'm just ****ing frustrated and done with all this bull**** pop music and their supporters. I post a bulletin about the "Satriani v.s. Coldplay" thing and my friend sends me a message with a rant from her friend.

"hey this is from my friend jennifer so anything she says has nothing to do with me and is her own opinion so dont get mad at me for it okay!


david you are flipping on crack or something coldplay is ten times better than that sunglasses bald guy
he wishes he could have made that song as good as coldplay
or atleast sing like him. you are obviously an idiot with no music sense whatsoever. playing a guitar with no lyrics is not a song, its a ringtone.
so get over it.
if his song was as good as coldplays it would have been played on top charts as much as coldplays but it wasnt nobody even knew about that song until coldplay made it big. he should be kissing his feet."


I said back:

"Okay. Now its MY turn. FWD this to her.

Satriani has more freaking talent in one finger than those plagiarizing idiots could ever dream of having. The pop music industry is a flippant failure, where being able to write some catchy lyrics is held in higher account than studying musical theory and practicing for years and then writing an intelligent song using actual musicianship. Satriani is hailed as the greatest rock guitarist alive today. Coldplay's music doesn't even deserve the term "rock". You say: "he wishes he could have made that song as good as coldplay". I say: HE WROTE THE SONG IN THE FIRST PLACE!!! Look at it this way. Say you work hard for years taking vocal lessons to become a famous, rich pop singer. You are listening to the radio, and someone has stolen your music and just put different lyrics on it and changed the sound slightly. You find out that the song has just hit #1. Are you just going to let them get rich off of your song?!

You say "if his song was as good as coldplays it would have been played on top charts as much as coldplays but it wasnt nobody even knew about that song until coldplay made it"
Once again, he wrote the song in the first place. And, Top Charts work by record sales, and Satriani HAS been on Top Charts, by selling hundreds of thousands of records. Here's some of his albums that have sold countless albums.
1987 - Surfing with the Alien - Platinum (USA)
1988 - Dreaming #11 - Gold (USA)
1989 - Flying in a Blue Dream - Gold (USA)
1992 - The Extremist - Gold (USA)
1993 - Time Machine - Gold (USA)
So don't give me this "he doesn't sell records so he sucks" ****. I don't care if Coldplay has gone Platinum on every record. It come down to talent.


"you are obviously an idiot with no music sense whatsoever. playing a guitar with no lyrics is not a song, its a ringtone."
THATS WHY ITS CALLED MUSIC, NOT SINGING!!! A song doesn't have to have lyrics to be a good song. It's about the music, the actual notes that are being played, and the talent of the MUSICian that knows enough about MUSIC to write good melodies and arrange MUSIC to then record. And ringtone? You mindless, mainstream cattle that follow whatever the newest 5-year trend is disgust me.

I get real pissed every time I read this. Just get gritty for some reason. I know, I know... Chill.