I have to admit I used to abhor the idea of engaging in Friendster. For me this was just a waste of time for those who put their baser needs ahead of their wits. Little did I know that I would be "hooked" on this kind of addiction. Of habitually checking, updating and enlarging my network in Friendster. Now I find myself speaking at the defense of the objects-of-my-previous-criticism.
A new hobby was born with my conscious attempt to route old acquaintances, friends, comrades and colleagues, and establish potential professional and personal partnerships. This influence was rather not simply to join the prevailing activities attendant among call center agents and my former students. Friendster is a veritable venue to launch whatever personal, professional, social, political or spiritual motivation one has in opening an account. Its purpose is not just to provide a legitimate venue where perverts can display their flesh and trap another sex hungry creature. Friendster and blogging proves to be something more valuable than that.
Just yesterday, I got acquainted to some relatives who my family thought we'd forever put into oblivion. Thanks to yahoo name search, a cousin's Friendster popped out. It was like a lost key among the reef.
Too did I think that I'd for now content my brain with routine collection rebuttals and apologetic customer service spiels. Until my broca told me to go out and reinvent myself or find my real need. I need to reorganize and galvanize my stagnant socio-political involvement. Friendster and blogs are showing their potentials for organizing and mobilizing. That is the power of technology. You cannot just join them; you got to tame them. My old comrades, friends and colleagues are coming back. It's just a question of how I can make use of them. (Pardon the pun - I don't mean to make objects out of them.)
End note. Did my good Dean (Joe-Santos Bisquera) knew, when he wrote his comment, that I am a student under his college? I until now haven't made a reply to his comment because of my naive embarrassment. I misspelled his name, omitted his title at worse. I hope with this he'd accept my sincere apologies. I do wish for Dean Joe-Santos Bisquera's expeditious recovery.
Gee, Friendster and blogs indeed break social and political barriers. It can.
