The first thing comes after opening the internet browser would be definitely typing www.facebook.com.
Damn!
I hate that I've adopted this habit.
It doesn't seems to benefit me with the capacity of time it had took over in the past.
People updated their status from time to time, merely observing that can be entertaining.
A so-called social media, a media that is virtual and yet so real.
Live behind the persona that we nicely polished.
It is part of us of course, even the most pretended one.
Part of the reason should be because I hope that I was in someone mind today, or at least yesterday or the day before yesterday.
To show that we are still part of the group, part of the civilization.
To show that we are trendy, up to date, doing what others are doing.
Posted things in our mind, either filtered or wholly uncensored,
with an intention to let the world know the existence of us,
to gain attention, to face the world with a face on the book.
No one like to be ignore.
Everyone loves intention, and that's the reason Facebook is on where he is now.
He foresees what the world is lacking, the inner desire that no one can deny they never had.
Even the monk, the priest wants the attention from their almighty, so why not the lay men?
Maybe new invention would be the sensation to be touch.
Touchbook, anyone?
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