Book Aside from Facebook

Hmm… Read… Next… Oh, nonsense… Ooohhh… I like this… What?!… Comment… Oh, who’s this?… EB? Sure! Facebook is my FAVEBOOK. This is where most of my life revolves. All stuffs that I know, I know because of this. I know how to cheat in exams without being noticed, I know how to lie without being clumsy, I know how to make guys fall in love with me, I know how to get a person humiliated, I know almost all stuffs! Facebook is so cool! I have two accounts: one is my name and the other is someone nobody would know who. I meet people and make friends. My favorite part is eyeballing with cute boys, and we (with my ‘sisters’) love playing with them. I remember how I humiliated our classmate. She told our teacher that I cheated, when I was just reviewing lessons while taking exams. So, I searched for something that would make her turn down. I posted a picture of her where she had just rose from the pool wearing two-piece and busy looking for her eyeglasses. When she saw that in the Net, she freaked out. She suspected that it was I who did, but she had no evidence because I hacked her account so that people would think that she meant what she posted. Another one, I drove a crazy girl away. She kept on telling our classmates that she doesn’t want to be with me. She said I am a liar, thief, cheater, bad influence to her… I got offended so I her dad in States about what she did via Facebook. One week later, her dad went to school to transfer his daughter. Yeah… enemy down! I also remember how our teacher sent our classmate to detention when we said he was a womanizer. His wife attacked the principal’s office. Now, we paid for the computer shop owner to tell that he saw our classmate posted that shout-out. The teacher sent him to detention. Days later, we saw the teacher with her other woman. We took pictures and gave it to the wife. See? We did something really great! We HELPED! We are not bullies. We were just using Facebook to protect ourselves from the monsters of our lives. We are not bad. We just do the solutions first before they take us down. I like playing with my netbook all day unless I get tired. I do not make my assignments at home. Instead, I connect to the Net and play games or probably go chatting with people I know and don’t know. I am scolded every day because I often eat meals when the family has finished. I have always bear in mind that I am a ghost in the house – no one cares when I am an angel. But there was this one time, in New Year morning, when I met someone who made my mind thundery. He was a very fine-looking boy: tall, mestizo, masculine, and his eyes – one look and you see your future. Actually, I went out alone (without my peers) to the mall to meet with a guy I met on Facebook. He said he’ll be wearing grey tux and black pants. He’s so handsome (in picture) so I agreed eyeballing. Well, he is handsome in person, and we did meet; but this lad’s with him, and I think, HE’S BETTER! We strolled all day at the mall – I look like a lady with two handsome butlers. I caught two large fishes at a time. The two boys went to the men’s room and I to the ladies’ room. When I went out, only Mr. Beautiful Eyes was waiting for me. “Where is he?” “He did not come back.” “Why?” “He said there are more people that he could play with.” So, is he telling that I am no enjoyable to be with? Never mind. I still have a prince with me till the night ends… till the night ends… We strolled at the park. He told me crazy things. The truth is, those were not crazy, only that he was the first to tell me so. Responsibility speaks. Nobility possesses obligation. Communication restarts. History repeats itself. Everything has a purpose. Things are all fragile. Experiences must be lessons. ALL THOSE STUFF AND MORE! Those were… weird. No. It’s great! It’s great hearing it from a person you just met. I feel like a little child starting to learn things from her teacher. I feel hypnotized, and replenished. My heart flies. I don’t know. It seems like there are so many things I can learn about. I used to hold hands with handsome boys I just met and call EBs dates. But this time, he was the kind of boy that was so good, that I feel awkward even looking at him. Am I in love at first sight? No. That’s pathetic. But he was great! He was so smart that I felt like he’s someone I have known for long. We were so compatible like we have so much bonding before. Maybe it’s just how it goes, but it wasn’t normal. Argh! But, I was having great fun, when I realized that it was already evening. I might be scolded again. Yah… I was scolded when I went home at 9. I tried to explain but they did not listen. I lost control and shouted so loud that the next was silence, total silence. What is wrong with all of you?! When I do good, nobody remembers; but when I do bad, nobody forgets! Is it really a big deal going out at 11 and going home at 9? Besides, I am not a good daughter, so why fear of losing me? I am trying to be a human, a normal human – with mistakes, turns, ups and downs, troubles, friends, pranks. I ran to my room. January 1, when the entire world was rejoicing, I was mourning. Whatever. I opened my account again and searched for that boy I met today. I did not see him, any name like his, or any friend of mine connected to him. The world is too large for looking for a boy in the city! At least reminiscing the fun I had with him lately makes me smile anyway. There’s no one online this time. Because of boredom, I went to the News Feed and read shout-outs. I was in mood for reading long texts this moment. Is this a prank or am I hacked? Everything that I can read in the News Feed is quotation. Well at least I can still read them. Reading is not my nature. I use to open FB for chatting and browsing for photos and cool stuffs of people. But now, as I read, I read more. It’s like an addictive pocketbook that when I finished a post, I like to read more. Quotations, I thought only corny people post them because they can say nothing. But it seems like my tummy’s turning upsidedown today. I am reading, I do! There were lot things better than games and chatboxes that I can find. I have read a lot that the tears in my eyes dried because of the radiation. I got tired so I closed the gadget. I took a little time to think about everything that happened. But wait… My question was, “What’s wrong with them?” I never found an answer. Did I ever ask myself, “What’s wrong with me?” Maybe that’s the problem. I never saw what’s wrong with me. What if I forgave her who indicted me for the thing that I really did? What if I didn’t cheat? What if I didn’t humiliated her? What if I didn’t hack her account? What if I had not been a liar, a thief, a cheater, a bad influence? What if I told my teacher’s wife the truth in the right way? What if I didn’t pay for a lie? What if I didn’t make my parents mad about my addiction to computer games? What if I didn’t meet with people I do not know? What if I became more responsible with what I do as an anonymous Facebook user? What if I didn’t meet that boy who told me so much? That was a very deep thinking. I felt sluggish. So I slept. The next thing I knew was I standing in the gate waiting for something… SILLY! Me? Did I sleepwalked? I was about to close the gate when a familiar face brightened up. OH! He… He is here! How did he find me? Is he going to… (:p)? “Hey lady!” “Hello! Come in.” “No. I just passed by to say goodbye.” What did he say? “From the moment I saw you, I knew you really need help. Your eyes reflect your soul. Your desires trapped your heart. So I came to your life, to open your heart.” Confused… I know, when he said “open my heart” he did not mean make me fall in love with him. I think, he means…something deeper. “I’d like to give you this.” He handed me a paper bag. “I know it’s kind of silly to you but… I sought you for very long. I made every way to make you notice me, because whatever I do, you never did. So, I appeared to you in a place where your world revolves. Good thing you met me.” Who exactly are you? “I’ll give you this. This book is better that Facebook.” That’s when I realized… I realized… REALized that I was living in crookedness… I do not regret being twisted before. For all my mistakes and irresponsibility in using media, I do not regret. If I never tried, I would not get to any trouble. But if I never tried, I would never learn. And the biggest lesson I learned is not to make the same mistakes. Now I know how it costs to be in the technology revolution. Even though people do not know (since I am anonymous), I entered troubles because of Facebook. But now, I realized that it is not to blame for all the bad – it is I. It’s not in the medium, it is in the user. People do not see their mistakes when they are inside. Only people on the bright side do. Now I understand why people scold me, avoid me, tell me this and that. It is in me where the wrongs can be found. Thanks to that man I met in the mall – I realized I know who he was from the start.