just twit-puked in my mouth

there's a sick truth i found out about Twitter just now.

there are people, usually politicians (yes, some of them are in Twitter), celebrities and celebrity wannabes (this is another topic i could rant about), who have thousands of followers but are only following less than 10 people. how cruel is that?! then there's a Twitter joke (hardly one for me) that says, "follow a celebrity and you'll be lucky if they reply to you or follow you back." true true, this is the reality, and common people like me should just accept it and look for other people to annoy. but doesn't joining a social networking site like Twitter means actually networking? why bother joining? so they can update us with their hectic schedules and no-time-for-twitting complains? ha, seriously?! 

WHERE IS THE LOVE, PEOPLE?

you follow me, i'll follow you (only if you're not spam or a twitter marketer)

http://twitter.com/primKIMichi

WAAAAAH I CAN'T SLEEP BECAUSE I'M HAUNTED BY MY FRIENDSTER!!!

i'm reading all the 568 testimonials there and i can't make myself delete the account... ='( 

all those bday greetings, real testimonials from people from way back... then there's ian's messages and testimonials. aargh! it's driving me crazy! it's almost 3am!

Friendster is really sucky for not having a "select all" or a "view all" button so i can just copy/paste it. You have to got through each friggin page. hell.

i like them tough-shelled.

if he was my boyfriend, i would think he's so needy. but that's just me. i like them tough-shelled. crunchy on the outside, gooey on the inside. one who'll act indifferent while trying hard to watch my every move. one who'll act cool and all, but stutter when asking me out. and one who'll never fail to make me giggle and say, "oh you poor thing..." hahaha 

call me selfish, but i want a tough huggy bear of my own. he'd want to hold my hand wherever we go, and wouldn't mind silence when we're together. and maybe there wouldn't be too early i-love-you's, and maybe we would realize we are in-love in the middle of hiking or learning scuba diving, and then we'd just sleep all the time, wake up with bad breath and wouldn't mind it, and never talk on the phone or text too much, and we'd be okay when we're apart, and there'd be no out-of-duty courtesy calls/texts, and he'd be smart when i ask him stupid questions, and he'd act dumb when he knows i know the answer, and he'd let me talk for hours if i want to, and look as if he's listening, and he wouldn't mind me reading a lot, and he'd read with me if i tell him to, and then he'd just sleep, and he'd make me stop talking about my ex-boyfriends because he wants me to talk about him, and he'd teach me how to drive and say i rock at it, and he'd kiss my hand out of the blue and he'll put it on his face, and he won't get mad at me if i call him and ask where he's at, and he would act mad if i get mad that he calls me a lot, and then we'd kiss under the rain, and he won't say i love you because he knows i know. 

two weeks notice: I will be deleting my Friendster account.

After being a member since October of 2003, I've decided to lay my Friendster account to rest. I think that there's no more reason why I should keep it when most of my friends there are already in Facebook. And it's become pretty tiring to maintain.