Light, like the flutter of wings, feel your hollow voice rushing into me
As you're longing to sing
So I... I will paint you in silver, I will wrap you in cold
I will lift up your voice as I sink

http://edition.cnn.com/2009/TECH/08/20/annoying.facebook.updaters/index.html?iref=mpstoryview

Here are 12 of the most annoying types of Facebook users:

The Let-Me-Tell-You-Every-Detail-of-My-Day Bore. "I'm waking up." "I had Wheaties for breakfast." "I'm bored at work." "I'm stuck in traffic." You're kidding! How fascinating! No moment is too mundane for some people to broadcast unsolicited to the world. Just because you have 432 Facebook friends doesn't mean we all want to know when you're waiting for the bus.

The Self-Promoter. OK, so we've probably all posted at least once about some achievement. And sure, maybe your friends really do want to read the fascinating article you wrote about beet farming. But when almost EVERY update is a link to your blog, your poetry reading, your 10k results or your art show, you sound like a bragger or a self-centered careerist.

The Friend-Padder. The average Facebook user has 120 friends on the site. Schmoozers and social butterflies -- you know, the ones who make lifelong pals on the subway -- might reasonably have 300 or 400. But 1,000 "friends?" Unless you're George Clooney or just won the lottery, no one has that many. That's just showing off.

The Town Crier. "Michael Jackson is dead!!!" You heard it from me first! Me, and the 213,000 other people who all saw it on TMZ. These Matt Drudge wannabes are the reason many of us learn of breaking news not from TV or news sites but from online social networks. In their rush to trumpet the news, these people also spread rumors, half-truths and innuendo. No, Jeff Goldblum did not plunge to his death from a New Zealand cliff.

The TMIer. "Brad is heading to Walgreens to buy something for these pesky hemorrhoids." Boundaries of privacy and decorum don't seem to exist for these too-much-information updaters, who unabashedly offer up details about their sex lives, marital troubles and bodily functions. Thanks for sharing.

The Bad Grammarian. "So sad about Fara Fauset but Im so gladd its friday yippe". Yes, I know the punctuation rules are different in the digital world. And, no, no one likes a spelling-Nazi schoolmarm. But you sound like a moron.

The Sympathy-Baiter. "Barbara is feeling sad today." "Man, am I glad that's over." "Jim could really use some good news about now." Like anglers hunting for fish, these sad sacks cast out their hooks -- baited with vague tales of woe -- in the hopes of landing concerned responses. Genuine bad news is one thing, but these manipulative posts are just pleas for attention.

The Lurker. The Peeping Toms of Facebook, these voyeurs are too cautious, or maybe too lazy, to update their status or write on your wall. But once in a while, you'll be talking to them and they'll mention something you posted, so you know they're on your page, hiding in the shadows. It's just a little creepy.

The Crank. These curmudgeons, like the trolls who spew hate in blog comments, never met something they couldn't complain about. "Carl isn't really that impressed with idiots who don't realize how idiotic they are." [Actual status update.] Keep spreading the love.

The Paparazzo. Ever visit your Facebook page and discover that someone's posted a photo of you from last weekend's party -- a photo you didn't authorize and haven't even seen? You'd really rather not have to explain to your mom why you were leering like a drunken hyena and French-kissing a bottle of Jagermeister.

The Obscurist. "If not now then when?" "You'll see..." "Grist for the mill." "John is, small world." "Dave thought he was immune, but no. No, he is not." [Actual status updates, all.] Sorry, but you're not being mysterious -- just nonsensical.

The Chronic Inviter. "Support my cause. Sign my petition. Play Mafia Wars with me. Which 'Star Trek' character are you? Here are the 'Top 5 cars I have personally owned.' Here are '25 Things About Me.' Here's a drink. What drink are you? We're related! I took the 'What President Are You?' quiz and found out I'm Millard Fillmore! What president are you?"

You probably mean well, but stop. Just stop. I don't care what president I am -- can't we simply be friends? Now excuse me while I go post the link to this story on my Facebook page.

HA. WHICH ARE YOU?

http://edition.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/europe/08/28/uk.london.zoo.gorilla/index.html

So when three female gorillas at London Zoo heard that they would soon be visited by a brooding French hunk -- well, they went a bit bananas.

There he will be greeted by gorilla trio Zaire, Effie and Mjukuu, who were given posters of their prospective boyfriend for the first time Thursday.

One female gorilla shrieked in delight, while another wedged the poster in a tree to stare at it.

A third, clearly overcome by emotion, held the photo close to her chest -- then ate it.

ROFL.

I want...

super cool

ACCESSORIES!!!!!!!!!!!!

All I've got to give to you

Are these five words tonight

Thank you for loving me

For being my eyes,

When I couldnt see

For parting my lips,

When I couldnt breathe

Thank you for loving me

Today was terrible.

And it all started out by me munching on nyny's smoked salmon sandwich. Started to perspire cold sweat like mad yesterday on the way home as my vision starts to get blocked and blotchy with the crazy bright green lights fug. Dragged myself to the bus stop with some help. Puked all over my jeans and struggled home. Fainted in the bathroom while trying to clean myself up again. Puked a waterfall @ 4am in the morning 2 secs aft a gulp of h2o and am proud to announce I survived on 6 tablespoons of porridge and 2 cups of ribena with gallons of plain h2o the whole of today. :> yay. mickey you're so fine you're so fine you blow my mind hey mickey!

Can my neighbour STOP singing.

What the fuck.

On another note...

I will NOT cab next week. I will NOT cab next week. 

I will NOT cab next week. I will NOT cab next week. 

I will NOT cab next week. I will NOT cab next week. 

I will NOT cab next week.

For every piece of me that wants you

Another piece backs away.

xx.

Holidays are here. :]

I will work work work for $$$ for my Mr. Snappy <3

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In the past when I used to crush on you, if you look at me in the eye or talk to me, I would be so so happy. But as time goes, I’ve become more and more greedy.  Always thought if I were to stick by your side, I’ll forever be contented. But after so long, I’m still stuck in this situation of one-sided love.

Spend a bomb yesterday shitz.

Went shopping again today, alone this time round. And surprisingly, it isnt at all bad.

Nobody's there to nag at you and ask you not to spend money or wait outside the shop for you while you do your shopping. And it isnt a good feeling cuz you cant shop till you're happy cuz you keep worrying bout the someone outside waiting for you loosing their patience. 

So yea...

Guess everybody need their alone time sometimes.