Red Eye for the Cool Guy…

Things running through my mind as I deal with yet another bout of insomnia…

Lame blog entry title, I know.  Guess trying to parody "queer eye
for the straight guy" is pretty "gay", is it? Hehehe… *snort*

Here I am, waiting for Tylenol PM to take effect and knock me out,
while I try and surf something meaningful on the Web.  I tried visiting
Friendster, but it’s going through its usual sluggish early morning
routine.  I begin to wonder if the "server farm" these guys are using
consist of several underfed hamsters doing their "wheel" routine.  Or
maybe it’s the old-fashioned energy management - where they have
several furnaces generating steam to turn the mainframe discs, with
several underpaid employees blowing air through steel pipes trying to
fan the flames.

Or worse, they’re trying to run on solar energy… (looks out the window) yeah, sun’s not up yet… figures…

Anyway, love it or hate it, Friendster’s new features have done a
lot of good for me, somehow.  My friends list kinda exploded - before
this whole thing, I only had about 30-40 people in my list.  Now it’s
up to 90.  Several new friends and acquaintances, most of which are
really cool people.  Whether they became my friends because of this
blog, or because of my custom profile, or because they actually like me
for some strange, twisted reason, doesn’t really matter.  Not to me,
and not now.

Initially I thought I’d never get more than 50 friends in my list.
I wasn’t really into the whole "friend farming" routine, and I’m
probably too old for it.  Sometimes I see people with 4-5 FULL user
accounts.  Not that I really think better or lesser of them, but the
first thing that comes to my mind was "how can they freakin’ handle
that much people in their list?"  I mean, one of my friends already
marginally dislikes me coz of the frequent journal update emails
clogging her inbox (hahaha, can you attest to that, Sunshine?).   

Isn’t it ironic that her name is Sunshine and she jokingly(?) tells
me to stop flooding her inbox?  When I call out to her at work and say
"Hello Miss Sunshine!", and she gives me that half-surprised,
half-annoyed look, I don’t know if I should laugh or cry…  But nah,
Sunshine’s a great lady.  She just doesn’t… quite… get me…

Anyway I myself can’t really fill up my user account with 500
people.   I don’t have the looks nor the charisma to attract that many
people who would add me to their list.  And I sure as hell won’t go
around adding random people I barely know, unless they try to add me
first.  It’s just not in my nature.  There are of course exceptions,
where I find someone interesting and wanted to know more about them.
But other than that, I just go for quality over quantity.

So if you’re in my friends list, you should be flattered - I think
you are a quality person!  Or at least, I think you have the potential
to be one.

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Earlier
today I just discovered that my profile was in the top six in the
running for the top prize - an iPod Nano.  I was slightly surprised
because I wasn’t really expecting that people would be actually
bookmarking my profile.  I vaguely remembered the bookmark whores in
the last Photo contest held at Friendster, and I was thinking that the
same way would probably be happening in this Custom Profile contest.
But I guess it wasn’t that bad.  Not yet, anyway…

I mentioned before that I’ve been customizing my profile before I
even knew about the iPod contest, or before I even joined the
"Friendster Custom Profile Mods" group, which was the one holding the
contest.  I wanted a profile that I liked looking at, one that I would
want to visit everyday, and one that I won’t get tired looking at.

There is a reason why there’s a Wolfgang music playlist on it, with more than 50 songs!

So I guess what I’m saying is, even if I don’t win that silly iPod,
I am already pretty damn glad with the current results.  It means that
I "do" have taste in design, haha…  although winning that iPod
wouldn’t be such a bad thing… so…  BOOKMARK my profile now, damnit!

Hmmm, did I break too easily back there?

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Hmmm, Tylenol PM is beginning to kick in.  I feel a yawn coming on…  nah, it’s probably a false alar—

*TILT*