It’s safe to say that most of us have had our hearts broken. I’m not talking about your parents telling you that you’re a big mistake or your friend bailing out on you that one time when there was a raid in that whore house and you were too drunk to make a run for it. No, I’m talking about failed romantic relationships and brutal rejections. It’s a very confusing experience, this heartbreak. This is me trying to make sense of it all.
Well, since my baby left me, I found a new place to dwell. It’s down at the
end of Lonely Street, at Heartbreak Hotel. *stab, stab, cut, cut*
Stage 1: Denial
Someone just broke your heart and you’re like “THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.” You keep telling yourself that this is just a hiccup in your fairy tale romance and it will pass. It’s surreal at first, but the cold hard truth will eventually find its way into your head. It’s over. The initial shock kicks in. It’s over.
Stage 2: Anger
You’re now in a constant “WTF?!” mood. Still trying to figure out what’s happening, you’re like a rabid dog who just lost its chew toy. You’re going to bark at everything. You’re going to bite everything. Your sole purpose in life right now is to write angry emails, post rage-filled Facebook status messages and Twitter updates, draw devil horns on people’s photos and kick puppies IN THE FACE. Casualties: Your friends, your family, your dog and countless innocent Internet bystanders.
Indeed, I have been without a girlfriend for the last 3 years and I am admittedly resembling a horny virgin loser. But there’s no reason for alarm. Seriously.
I’m not pursuing any possible new relationship that presents itself for I do not see any good reason to do so. Well, other than “get fucken’ laid”. There is no lack of options. I have a lot of them. But as I said, I don’t see the immediate need for pursuing a new relationship. I mean, I don’t really care if I don’t have someone to wear the egg costume that came with my bacon one.
I guess we can all agree that this song is far from being brilliant, but hey, it does echo my sentiments when I was still in the call center industry. I don’t know about other call center agents (representatives, specialists, whatever), but I saw a call center job as a temporary thing. An oasis in the job hunting desert of the Philippines. An oasis I gladly left approximately one year ago.
The last two installments of Facebook Dickery was all about good clean fun. Now, it’s time to get dirty! Time to be naughty! Time to unleash all your impurities! Behold, the My Purity Test app!
Are you a naughty little emo devil, a boring J-Pop starlet, or a pure-hearted angel on Earth (who might just be a transvestite)? You can determine that (yeah right) and more with this app. Let’s start with the Purity Profile:
Last time, I talked about Facebook’s Photos application that lets you upload an unlimited number of photos. Sure, it’s a lot of fun to share photos of you naked in the crapper while puffing smoke, but there’s one Facebook app that let’s you create compelling images by hand: the Graffiti app. The concept is simple and very appealing:
Draw on your friends’ profiles! It’s fun.
See? It’s simple, yet it strongly appeals to your inner vandal. It gets more charming after you install the application and you’re presented with a few samples of art done using the app. Here’s a sample by Javier Sedillo:
