Curiosity killed the cat but Satisfaction brought it back.

Saturday, March 7th, 2009

A Contact is A Contact.(No name dropping here, K.?)

A few days ago, a surprising thing popped out of my YM.

Something I stopped expecting. Lets just name him, uhm, Anaoangin.

(Yes, like the one in Zambales. Pretty BEACH, I must say.)

Lemme have a trip down memory lane…

 

 

Anaoangin is one of my contacts at my disposed Plurk account.

He introduced me to Alice. He said i look like her.(i believed, crap :d)

I Googled. Whoa. What a punk.

Definitely, lovely. But not me. Its just the bob perhaps. Plus the eyeliner.

But overall, she look gorgeous whether wasted or prim.

Therefore I owe Anaoangin in knowing her.

Alice Glass is L♥VE.

 

So, when I dropped out of Plurk late last year, he somewhat went dead too. Pfft.

I enjoyed reading his musings pa naman (e.g. ’shit out of luck’ or ‘SMALL FUCKBALL’. Euphemistic, I guess?).

Nevertheless, my ’stalking tendencies’ came over me.

With his email and last.fm accounts listed, I try contacting him. But to no avail.

Fucking no avail.

So, I let myself declare an end to this endless stalking and stopped considering it as a hobby.

[But I really wanna know this whore. ]

 

Then came March… He materialized. He’s no bot. He has a name too. Right, Anaoanign. Tse, Anaoangin.

{BTW! Anaoangin is HOTT. Better than Bora. But I dunno, perhaps Punta Fuego can still beat it.}

 

 

 

Well, he admits that that email is not what he actually use in a daily basis. Or something to that effect.

Anyways, I added him up on my rocketmail YM. Just to safe myself. Of course, he asked me for my real name. 

Hah, I just quoted him back: ” A contact is a contact. ” I didnt give in.

Well, I thought I was safe in being unknown. Bleah. The cat always get caught in the most awkward positions.

 

 

 

 

Cliche: Curiosity Kills the Cat. Learn-from-it-damnit?

 

He’s wise. 

Of course, what do networking sites serves purpose for?  

There’s one named FRIENDSTER.

I think it all requires is to:

go to Friendster.

copy, paste an email on a search box located somewhere there.

Hit Enter.

Search Result? Identity Anonymity Went Kaput.

That was less than a day.

MEN sure are lovely BASTARDS.

How would you feel when during that time he surely give you a blow by blow account of what he sees on your profile?

You dont know if he means what he sees or he is just sugar coating it! And then you scamper to log in to it.

Hell, systems suddenly didnt cooperate. FTW!

 

All I can say is Friendster Fucked Me.

 

Then, he teaches you the basic netiquette. Haha. Ha-ha.

 

Conclusion

Anaoangin & I still talked. Nah, we just ignore each other really after that. :D

 

I definitely create my own mess.

Therefore, I must assume control over such internet blahblahblah.

I unlinked each site. As long as I remember my email accounts (& passwords!), pretty much, Im safe. I guess.

 

[Damn it. But I cant help but display my profile. Cause its just all shit. ;D]

 

 

 

Hey, listen!

 

Garbage - Stupid Girl