Filtered Messages
I'm bumming around but I'm supposed to study for the final examinations next week. I have three (3) exams and I don't know what to do. So what I did was I decided, out of nowhere, to deactivate messaging in Facebook. I wanted to totally disable the messaging feature in my account that even my friends wouldn't be able to send any messages to me at all. Then I started tinkering and I came with a solution that yes, you can block messages but you have to do it to all of your friends one by one. Nah. That's too much work. I hope Facebook would do something about this. Then I tinkered to some of the features in my message and found the Filtered stuff. I didn't even know this existed. When I clicked on them, I found a bunch of messages from people that I know and some I don't know. I realised it was from people who are not on my friends list and so Facebook automatically filtered them.
There are several messages that caught my attention though. One is from some guy named Darios and the other one was from another guy named Bryan. I don't know these people but they seem to know me. Shocker. Kind of. So I visited their pages and was trying to remember where I met them but I don't really recall. Anyway, so this Darios guy sent me a hello kind of message saying, "Hi Jen, This is Darios" and I was like, yeah I can see that. But I don't really remember meeting him. Maybe because his profile picture is the one with sunnies? Right. Then going to Bryan. I was melting out of shame when I read his message. HAHAHA! He said hi and then gave me a link. I don't recall ever meeting him but he gave me the link of my old blog entry. I kept on thinking where I saw him and when I was almost done reading that post, I can infer that he used to live at JCA Dormitory - which makes it all embarrassing! Although I still don't remember seeing him there to be honest.
This happens to me ALL THE TIME. People keep on finding my old posts -- which I never delete and edit because hell no, that's part of who I am now (feeeeels!). I remember once when my dentist found my blog about me talking in a post how good he smelled when he was cleaning my teeth. EMBARRASSING to the highest level, CAN YOU IMAGINE? He brought up that blog entry one day when I was about to have my annual appointment and I was red from head to toe! Gosh. But to be fair, I was just complimenting him without malice whatsoever. But it came SO wrong -- because I write like a teenager who you probably thought of as not level headed enough. Pff.
Huh. All these "kamustahan" make me miss home even more. Winter is coming at this part of the globe and it felt like one of those times when Christmas is just around corner and you're all alone. My stress level is at 100 and I still need to pass these courses. Wish me luck. Goodnight (or Goodmorning)!
There are several messages that caught my attention though. One is from some guy named Darios and the other one was from another guy named Bryan. I don't know these people but they seem to know me. Shocker. Kind of. So I visited their pages and was trying to remember where I met them but I don't really recall. Anyway, so this Darios guy sent me a hello kind of message saying, "Hi Jen, This is Darios" and I was like, yeah I can see that. But I don't really remember meeting him. Maybe because his profile picture is the one with sunnies? Right. Then going to Bryan. I was melting out of shame when I read his message. HAHAHA! He said hi and then gave me a link. I don't recall ever meeting him but he gave me the link of my old blog entry. I kept on thinking where I saw him and when I was almost done reading that post, I can infer that he used to live at JCA Dormitory - which makes it all embarrassing! Although I still don't remember seeing him there to be honest.
This happens to me ALL THE TIME. People keep on finding my old posts -- which I never delete and edit because hell no, that's part of who I am now (feeeeels!). I remember once when my dentist found my blog about me talking in a post how good he smelled when he was cleaning my teeth. EMBARRASSING to the highest level, CAN YOU IMAGINE? He brought up that blog entry one day when I was about to have my annual appointment and I was red from head to toe! Gosh. But to be fair, I was just complimenting him without malice whatsoever. But it came SO wrong -- because I write like a teenager who you probably thought of as not level headed enough. Pff.
Huh. All these "kamustahan" make me miss home even more. Winter is coming at this part of the globe and it felt like one of those times when Christmas is just around corner and you're all alone. My stress level is at 100 and I still need to pass these courses. Wish me luck. Goodnight (or Goodmorning)!
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