fine i couldnt think of anything and i end up watchin kevjumba for an hour till now.
WTF!
1 more truth to share which i just realized,
ICQ, MSN, Friendster, Blog, Youtube, FACEBOOK. This is how i grow old. 10 years had passed JUST LIKE THAT!
oh back at those days we only had icq...
waiting patiently for the "person" at the corner of conversation window to turn round..
then MSN and Yahoo messenger came along. everyone was using MSN. and i remember its so much fun than ICQ because u get to put your own profile picture.
those were the time we chat round and keep changing new email address.
then better, friendster showed up.
the best part would be seeing people giving you testimonials.
people develop creativity on writing the testi.
famous people get more testi, and if you have more testi, YOU'RE FAMOUS.
what a dream back then.
we shared photos. everyone was so keen on making blings blings and emo words on the photos.
slowly leading to a new style of self-snapping pose to OPEN YOU EYES and act like you're innocent and ....cute? i think some still do this these days. LOL!!!
then we made our hair stand up, spiky, weird and wear all kind of stuffs on us.
not much of my friend find their 10years ago self attractive.
most screams when they were given an old photo of them posing at the "top fashion style" back at that time
Vince n Co used to be the spot, and thats how we started our adventure into a false fashion sense.
Next on, FORUM! yea tahts right. people post bout anything. polls will be on to vote for the prettiest girl and boys. stealing photos from friendster and open vote for everyone.
whoever gets the most vote, YOU WALK AWAY WITH FAME. lot and lot of fame.
seeing people's photo. then boyfriend girlfriend gets to be voted too...like "the best couple"?
lol! now that's ridiculous.
then Blog came along. Most people start with wretch i think. as in among my friends.
i started with xanga. which i barely remember my username.. never logged in since i think 6 years ago.
then i went to wretch. oh those were the time.
friends link each other, pretty girl gets famous.
taiwan fashion stepped in. EVERYONE wanna be taiwanese-looking alike.
all kind of hairstyle, outfitstyle. wearing a few layers in freakin hot malaysia and call yourself taiwan winter style. DUH!
i used to wear like a boy. u know, a tshirt and one more shirts, with spiky hair.
OH SHIT. OH MY FUCKIN SHIT
and we started blogging where people starts digging secrets. like reading a few blogs and figure out a secret. (not so much of a secret after all huh)
and started sharing links of pretty girls. EVERYONE WANNA BE IN TOUCH WITH THE PRETTY GIRLS
its like an honour to have the pretty girl link you in her own blog.
Once she does, YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME.
lol. people will be whispering behind you.....
NAH! joking! NEVER! but the honour part is true.
pretty go round to meet pretty girls.
not so much of friendster anymore.
blogging was the new trend.
then Youtube came along.
that should be a lil after handphone with camera and mp3 function was launched.
i mean when they get so affordable, people start uploading videos of them acting FUNNY...or even STUPID.
and i think "Malaysiakuku" did turn a new page for youtube. I STILL THINK SO!
and in between all these, internet gets COMMON.
everyone has a computer and its only a matter of HOW MANY!
oh and finally, FACEBOOK era is here.
"tag me" "facebook me" "my wall" "pet society" "cheat"
these words filled up everyone's life.
sitting there seeing facebook wall refresh on its own.
its like a miracle. how did I walk from ICQ and reach here?
funny isnt it. i used to get frustrated whenever msn fail to connect.
and now i always forget about msn. facebook and blogspot and twitter and tumblr
i came across a quote on tumblr yesterday:
"i cant wait to wake up as a 90-year-old and start telling my grandchildren, back at those days, we only have facebook!"
wouldnt it be nice. kids started off with facebook.
they never understand the feeling of friendster testi.
like how we can never understand our parents story about pen-pal....
wow.. WOW.
shit. time dont pass, THEY FLY.
