5 Types of Silly FB Askers

Social networking sites are now part of our daily routine. You see everyone spends time in front of a screen, updates his status, shares his thoughts, and uploads pictures. I believe, the famous and most commonly used social network is Facebook. I avow, I spend 40% of my day surfing this blue website.

The primal purpose of Facebook is to connect people, particularly to put related people inside a circle. But I think, this opportunity has been taken advantage of by many people. Well, I would not include 2 strangers who eventually became love birds with the help of FB. There are "some" who go beyond. Some are annoying that you could just plonk them into your block list and some are funny that you could offer them the seen zone (a bit harsh).

I will share the 5 types of silly Askers I often encounter on FB. Here are they:

1.) Thumbs up Asker

"Please like my default picture" - This kind of message can be found in every inbox. Raising an eyebrow would be my initial reaction. But this asker can persuade me to spare him the blue thumb. I would return his effort into clicking my name and typing his message. So, there you go. I hope I make him happy!

2.) Put-my-name-on-it Asker (Fansign)

Frankly, this kind of request gives me tingling feeling. But c'mon! Take the word "FAN". I am not a crackbrain yet to entertain the idea that I have a fan. Sometimes I feel like doing it though. Still I feel like I do not have the right to pose in front of a lens while I hold a sign with his name on it. Na-uh!

3.) Hype Asker

"Please promote my account/profile" - This is causing me a little bit of vexation. I am not going to blow a space on my timeline just to puff your profile, so you can gain followers/friends. Unless you are missing because you've been seeking your swollen face you dropped somewhere else and lost track. You cannot turn me into a gullible girl.

4.) Métier Asker

Most people would advise us to grab each opportunity that comes our way. I am flattered, of course. However, in a virtual world where fraud and prank are pervasive, you cannot just give a nod forthwith. I am vain but that does not mean I always accept invitation from professional photographers. Honestly, I'd rather be shot by my sister or my father than by the pro. I'm a bit shy, yah know! Lol!

Filipino community here in Saudi Arabia frequently organizes basketball league. Humbly, I've been receiving invitations from various teams to be their muse which I had to reject. I deem myself too old for this kind of competition and just give other girls the chance to showcase what they got.

5.) Annoying Digit Asker

How would you feel when an unknown person (not even on your list of friends) PM-ed you and asked for your number? Most peeving asker ever! How about an acquaintance asking for your personal number? Not all my friends know my personal number. Why don't you await our friendship to level up before you stimulate your nerves in discovering my number? Unless there is a serious business we need to talk about.

Social networking sites were made so as to create a fast and easy communication. However, there are responsibilities that we must consider and limitations that we must be aware of. There is always a right time, a right place/website, and a right person for befriending, inviting, anything.

I am sorry if you find me uppity. Let me just remind you that this page is personal and things stated here are subjective. If you hate, please close the tab and proceed with facebooking. ;)

Sweetest Pain

P.S. This is an imaginative fiction. Merely to put story for the 2 pictures.
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I lay in my bed, curled up on my side with knees tucked in. I bit my fingernails underneath the pink quilt. The noise of air conditioner covered my ears. Its sound was too strong, enough to distract me from thinking. But bother was gnawing away at the back of my mind.

I suddenly heard a heavy sigh. A small gesture was felt by the skin of my weakening arms. He sat at the edge of the bed. I did not hear a slamming door nor a footstep coming closer to me. But I knew who it was. "Woman, are you really that conceited," I heard a voice. I did not retort, neither took off the quilt.

I stopped biting my nails. I waited for the next word. None. My pride kicked. I did not let a single word spill out of my mouth. I felt him moving. He lay beside me in a supine position. The sound of air conditioner was all that could be heard. Until...

"What is it with you, Angela? You are being stubborn at times. Oh no! Your are always being like that. You get into a huff when you do not get what you want. You would not talk to me if I beat you in a play station game. What's even worse is... Often do you show your ire and I don't even know the reason. Then, I would find out the reason is... I forgot you to buy your favorite brownies or cookies. Just that! Never did your sluggishness annoy me. No matter how long I wait for you downstairs while you groom your hair, it is fine with me. But when it's me who arrives late at our meeting place, even when I'm only 2 minutes late, you automatically give me a tiger-stare. You would rant about my poor punctuality for a week. You would blame me for the not-so-delish pasta you eat at a bistro, when you're the one who ordered it. And most especially, you do not take things seriously. How insensitive," Tom emphasized.

A long silence dominated. My heart beat quickly. Did I feel guilty? Did I feel mad? Did I feel melancholic? I felt all of this. I was about to give a yelp of pain when I heard him say, "I know what's on your mind now. You are thinking that I never appreciated you. You feel like you never did good things for I only draw attention to your flaws. It seems to be that way, but it actually is not." He nestled his head near mine, placed a hand on my hips, and spoke, "I will not lie. You are a headache. You always pain me." My chest began to tighten as I repressed a salty liquid from my eyes. He deeply sighed. "But you are the sweetest pain. You are the only pain that could not kill. You are the pain that makes me alive. This pain is the reason why I want to wake up every morning. The pain that feeds my soul. An incongruous pain that makes me happy. An ironic pain that heals a heart," he continued.

His skin created warmth in me. He slowly took off the quilt. My eyes did not want to sight him, so I kept my eyes closed. He spoke, "I'm not asking you to change. It's just that I've been keeping this inside. Perhaps that's your way of showing your love, so be it. You would not be the girl I loved years ago, if you are not as that. And you would not be the girl who has been giving me happiness for so long, if you change."

 A few more minutes, he gently lifted my chin up and whisperred, "Stay the same. I'm sorry for flaring up. I'm sorry." He hugged me tightly. I felt his very soft lips on my forehead.

I then realized... I am the pain in his bum and he is my serenity.