Stymie

A pick from my personal journal

Monday,6 June

I can't believe how fast time has past already. Today,I went for tuition the usual. Just that I was really lazy to cramp anything in my head at all. (Its the holidays right,I have the right to do so) After tuition class, I was waiting in the mini van before uncle came to sent us home and some primary children who were taking their own sweet time. I told Liy Yee that as unfortunately as things could get, my Facebook was hacked.(I saved it already)

I started the topic,the really hot hot blazing hot topic.

First, the boy sitting in front of me started criticising the Facebook games. He told me how stupid the games were and boring those things could get. He described it really funny. Hilariously,I began thinking humans getting into the computer and really playing those things.(live) I asked him if he played mafia wars. He told it was one of those I-never-want-to-see things. I laughed harder.

Liy Yee is addicted to restaurant city. She just kept on telling about it. She said something about toilet washing.

Then, the boys behind began asking about each others Facebook and boasting about how many 'friends' they had.

Uncle also got into the topic. He told me that many girls in Taiwan got their very personal pictures everywhere online from their facebooks.(Got hacked)

The girls in front got interested. They asked why those hackers hacked people's Facebook. Uncle repeated what he said adding 'blackmail'.

Suddenly,I realised something. We all had one thing in common. And it wasn't something I was proud of. It was Facebook.

The whole van which was really quiet turned...full of energy.

Students who never talk to each other suddenly flock together and talk like old buddies for FACEBOOK!

I reached home at last,getting to know all my van mates better.=)

At home, I literally threw my bag down and slumped on my chair. I reached out for the add maths folio paper guide and ran my hands over the instructions.

Liy Yee told me she was doing it 'group work'. I stared blankly at the paper. And...I felt...I felt...I felt..........I felt empty.

TEA