The Social Network

Have you ever received this on your social networking sites?

"Mark Zuckerberg is hospitalised due to serious injuries. Chuck Norris poked him on Facebook."

I have. On my Twitter. I'd really like to share it on my Facebook. (Yea, I got both accounts).

And I forgot to share it until I saw The Social Network. Then I wish someone as tough as Chuck Norris could really gave him a good punch on the face, I mean, by not virtually. So he would end up not just being hospitalised, but also paralysed. Then Facebook would go off line, and we would have world peace because we spent time better in a quality life.

Where was I in 2005? Oh. Busy sending sms, blogging, writing to this group and enjoying my daily life without having to read some other people's narcissism-they-called-it-socializing. Now, at least once a day I open Facebook for: 1) To curse on things I don't get; 2) To share things THEY most likely don't get.

Make it 3) To give myself a cynical laugh at the stupidity, hypocrisy and all the idiotic things posted on it.

When you think someone would actually care when you had a successful poo-time.

Seriously, people?!

Zuckerberg has invented a really genius thing. Despite of how he'd done it by stealing and betraying (suspiciously). The movie told us about the process. What happened at first it was meant as a mockery, it expanded large enough to crash a university network, and then the whole world bow down to his success as the youngest billionaire. Turning someone who was just annoyingly (and really smart) nerd into someone who was frighteningly cold and ambitious. Mark Zuckerberg was not an asshole, so they said, but he was trying hard to be one. I wonder why his name always rings "Sucker-berg" all this time.

I'd never really feel like digging into the real Mark Zuckerberg's story. I just admire him in one way or another because he's in a generation who are simply relentless in information and technology. People like him, can (and will) make a better world for us to live in. They connect us easily. Here and there I read successful causes raise to help humanity. Family and friends found each other.

I still love Facebook. It is an effective media for advertising and self-promoting. Though sometimes it is totally unnecessary and overwhelming, thinking about those crap people, and I, threw onto the wall for all to read. Do we love being a narcissist? Absolutely.

But The Social Network teaches me about some cost people have to pay for an ambition. And the secret of the success, makes me wanna cease the social networking. A bit.

Whether or not it's a fictional, a movie, some dramatised plot based on a true story.

Chuck, go get him quick. Before Oscar visits the acting, writing and directing department. Before the sucker fixes his color blind and change Facebook into electric shocking pink.

Before my friends, who currently have more than 1,000 friends (and they're not even celebrities), can get to 500,000,000 friends and make some enemies.

Me, I will just simply remove my enemies from my friendlist.

And you bet I'm posting this on my social networking sites too.

-- as posted in CineFriends --

On Twitter:


Twitter linked to Facebook:


See the zero "Like" or "Comment" there? I share things they DON'T get. Exactly.

Beating the Evening Jam

Back in early 2002, when the rain poured down heavily for two days non-stop, I spent four hours waiting for the evening bus home. I waited standing in the rain, under my umbrella, in the long line of people queuing. I couldn't leave my spot, not even to go to toilet. Nobody moved too. Then the bus came, I managed to get a seat. Many others couldn't. The driver encouraged all of us to just go in and stand in the aisle. It was a wet, cold and dark night. Electricity was down due to heavy flood. Traffic was horrible beyond measure. The trip home took another good four hours. We arrived at destination at midnight. And apparently, that bus was the last bus that could reach final station that night. Other buses couldn't make it, they had to spend overnight on the road .. together with the unlucky passengers.

Last Friday, it almost happened again. Only this time, it was a 15-minute rain and thunderstorm instead of 2-day rain. I was this close from running out of my office building to catch my bus home, but the storm was faster. Nothing would survive that thing. So I ended up going back to the office and waited there cautiously, I had planned to run as soon as the rain a bit lightened. When I finally could arrive at the bus stop, through showers, I realized that this was not eight years ago. A short pouring could cause traffic as heavy as it was in 2002. But I didn't want to wait in the rain. I went straight to the building lobby entrance, found an empty spot at the corner and sat on the floor. I waited, wearing my waterproof hooded-jacket, listening to my iPod and playing with my Blackberry. The bus was 2 hours late, I got a seat and it took 1 hour trip to home.

Never would I think I'd be in this situation again two days after. This Monday evening, the next working day from the above mentioned, it was the worst jam of the year. The rainstorm started at 4 pm and lasted for about 3 hours afterwards. I got out of the building early to anticipate the rain, didn't do any good. Still lucky I could get this motorbike-cab rider who was patient enough riding through the rain and leg-deep flood. Though I was wearing my waterproof jacket, it was so cold I couldn't stop shivering. Again, after reaching the bus stop, I went straight to the building lobby entrance and looked for an empty spot to sit. I took my shoes off because it got water in it, and started waiting. Listening to my iPod, playing with my Blackberry, and I got a really good book to read. I also bought my dinner in a box, ate it right there while sitting on the floor. (One lady complimented me on my successful dinner hunting in that difficult situation). When the waiting reached its 3rd hour, I was not the only one sitting at the lobby entrance floor. The bus finally came at the 4th hour. And the trip home took another 2 hours. I reached my home nearly midnight.

So. Looked like I did learn some things to a better comfort from one situation to another. Made the unbearable waiting time bearable to some extend.

(The bus driver suffered worse. I couldn't complain).

Here were the things I did on the 2nd and 3rd waiting:

• Staying warm inside my jacket with hood on.
• Sitting on the floor. I had no shame.
• Listening to Wang Leehom's songs: "Fallen Leaves Return to Roots", "Everything", "Another Heaven", "I Can't Stop Loving You", "The First Morning" and "Forever Love" on repeats.
• Listening to Vic Zhou's songs: "Love is Loving You", "Shattered Tears", "Your Familiar Gentleness", "Suddenly", "A Gentle Goodnight" and "Just for You" on repeats.
• Singing along all songs. Nobody cared. Or if anyone cared, I wouldn't care.
• Reading I'm Stalking Jake! by Becky Heineke for the second time.
• Catching up with all posts from I'm Stalking Jake!, Jake Watch and The Forum.
• Reading tweets on Twitter.
• Re-reading all posts from this blog. Just for killing time.
• Having fried rice I bought from a hawker stall for dinner.
• Drinking lots and lots of water.
• Going for some restroom breaks, of course!
• Googling some unimportant things.
• Enjoying the view of cars parking bumper to bumper on the road, with beautiful red and golden lights around.
• Snapping a self-pics, captioned it and posted it online for the first time on Facebook.

.. and ..

• Spamming Facebook:

I hereby thank:

Waterproof jacket, iPod, Blackberry, ISJ book, Facebook, Twitter, Google, Wang Leehom, Vic Zhou, Becky Heineke, Gyllenhaalics, the motorbike-cab rider, the food seller, the restroom, the lobby entrance, my friends who commented and liked my Facebook status, my family who kept monitoring my whereabout, the bus driver and Litterzone.

Add:
My iPod is designed to accompany me during traffic jam. This playlist is the most effective evening jam beater.