On site

I´m in Barcelona on a study trip. Before coming to Europe i had always envisioned a somewhat ¨romantic¨ Europe. The kind with cobbled streets, long trenchcoats, hand in pocket, cold and nice looking men walking past. And my friend just got robbed as i was typing the previous few sentences. Very romantic indeed. Get this, we are in an Internet cafe. the bright orange ones with a few dozen terminals, not the seedy kind that is a hole-in-the-wall establishment kind. So we were at the terminals and she placed her bag on the chair she was sitting on.. and few minutes later, the bag was GONE. damn fucked. The story of 3 girls in Barcelona.

I received a ¨hate¨mail over get this, Friendster. what an oxymoron. Its ¨Friendster¨.. not ¨Hate mailster¨. Some guy, commented that i was a poseur and i had the most self absorbed profile on Friendster. Right. Over a few spelling errors. Damn weird.

The function of a profile is basically an exercise of a self promotion isn´t it? Who the FUCK would want to do the lame ass ¨Oh, im nothing, im insignificant.. don´t bother talking to me or being my friend.. There is nothing i can offer you..¨ And since self promotion is never based on humility and bangs on adjectives that focus on superlative functions... it would be understandable that some things written are more exaggerated than some. This guy, given his so called ¨calibre¨ should have known better than to nitpick on the picayune and trivial on a person´s profile. To deduce that i was a poseur by virtue of the fact that i had 2 spelling errors is definitely premature. But of course, im not assuming that a person of that ¨calibre¨ would see logic the way most people do let alone form sound arguments without engaging in personal insults and character assasination. SIGH.

So much for Europe. So much for Friendster.