Defending the Weakness. Is There Even a Point?

farmville

Can you call Facebook a vice? I think it should be considered as one. By definition, a vice is a moral or habitual shortcoming or defect. In that case, Facebook CAN be a vice. Everybody now is so addicted to it that most people do not go through a single day without checking their Facebook accounts at least once.

Plus, there's this thing with the Facebook games that get people so addicted and glued they are more than willing to spend a good quality of their time trimming up their farms, decorating their fake restaurants, and killing their friends' mafia. How weird is that that decades before, our parent would often reprimand us if we spend countless hours playing Super Mario or other Nintendo games. But now, even our grandparents have their own piece of land in Farmville or Farm Town.

Before, we use to play house or play cook with our friends using plastic toys and ceramic cups. Now, our restaurants, hotels, and night clubs can just be managed by a simple click of the mouse. We can leave them unmanaged for as long as 2 or 4 days when in fact, real life business like these can never be neglected by the owner for even just an hour.

I confess that I play those supper-addictive Facebook games too. It takes up at least two hours of my daily internet time. But I also am proud to say that I know how to set boundaries and limitations. I have said goodbye to my farms because they just happen to eat up so much time, especially when you're plowing or planting seeds.

I still hope that someday, I will get to maintain only one game in Facebook and no longer have to slave over those entertaining entrapments that they have deliberately set up for their users.

From the End, Something New is Born

The end of innocence is always the beginning of adventure, even life. I always believe that until we find out and encounter the things that hurt us, we never fully understand what life is about.

Life isn't fair, and most of the time, it almost always hurts. Life brigs pain and suffering, broken hearts and broken dreams, failure and disappointment. However, unless we all experience the bad things in life, we will never know how wonderful life can be.

We spend a good time of our lives being sheltered, being protected, being nurtured. However, it is at the moment that we learn to stand on our own that we really understand the purpose of or existence. Life is beautiful. I've always believed that. Yes, I may have had issues with life and it's circumstances. But I've always wanted to be alive. I have always basked in the fact that I live. I want to always be alive.

I wasn't always like this you know. When I was younger, my world only consisted of a very small number of people, which is just my family. But now, I want to draw a larger circle around everyone else around me. I want to experience so much. There's just an endless list of things that I want to get out of life. I am REALLY alive, and it all began when I stopped being a child.

Almost Late For the Rally

When I was in High School, I used to hang out with three other girls. We liked to think we were cool. Maybe we were. But everyday thinks they’re cool in high school, you know. We were always part of the popular crowd because we were in the Science Class, meaning, we were ahead of the others. Anyway, I wrote this poem back then, to describe the four of us. I was reading it earlier today, and I realized I just had to post this here. I hope you guys enjoy.

Angels of Heaven

Four girls so sweet and gentle.
It makes many people wonder.
Why should they be so beautiful?
It leaves others very envious.

The first one is strong and tall,
But she cares for one and all.
She is also very intelligent,
Always a part of every merriment.

The other one is timid and shy.
Her friends can’t understand why.
She is kind and patient too.
For a friend, everything, she’d do.

Another is loud and bubbly
But sometimes could be very funny.
She lives life nonchalantly
And braves trials triumphantly.

The last one is like a child.
Her heart is soft and mild,
But when she’s mad, she’s horrible.
Although she is always lovable.

Four girls so nice and cute;
They’re like angels so pure.
Everybody thinks they’re great;
They are just so hard to hate.