Which part of the words friend and face that these people need translation with again? It is a disappointing disparity from flattering and it can be downright scary when a stranger comes to you on the street, shakes your hand and requests that you be his friend. Don’t you think?
Now imagine this stranger comes to you, shakes your hand, asks you to be his friend and when you look at the face, it’s just… uh, not there! I think it is brilliant if you’re looking for an idea for what’s coming end of October. Or if you have a TV show playing pranks on people.
But I mean, really! Why do these people think it is called FACEbook?
If you don’t want to face the reality that people need a face to put the name on, or a name for them to put the face on, why Facebook? And why sending Friend Requests to strangers if you don’t mean to make friends? Yeah, so you’ve got a name. But you don’t even have the courtesy to introduce yourself? Let’s face it, you think everybody wants to be your friend, you think everybody knows you, knows your name and you’re unforgettable. Huh, yeah right!
Of course I remember a lot of names. I remember Aida Mustafa – as I recall her taking me to PKNS Complex Shah Alam to play my very first bowling in 1990. I remember Ahmad Ridzwan Basri – as I recall getting my first writing job because of his contacts and his kindness. (I still owe him a Thank You!) And I cannot forget Baihaqie Razak – my ex-student who, in his desperate attempt to make me remember his name, joked: “My name is Bai (Bye). You will never say bye-bye to me, Ms. Enida. Just say my name once, not twice.”
But if you introduce yourself as Usop Sontorian, Hubba Hubba, Spacecop Gaban, David Copperfield, Vladimir Puting (yes, PUTING!), Cop Coppermanne or Hayata Becomes Ultraman… uh, excuse me? And on top of it you don’t even want to face me. Why bother Facebooking me then? You’re not my friend. I don’t know you.
So, okay… maybe your name is Cop Coppermanne, and you are a male – the only information I can find on your profile. Yeah, okay, great. You have a picture too of, whom I assume, your handsome self, looking so handsome wearing those handsome RayBan sunglasses. Excellent! Well, guess what? I don’t want to be rude, but really… who are you?
Questa è Enida 
Enida.. i think i can go to sleep happy now.. reading your blog has got me laughing so hard.. i just found certain entries hilarious. Names like The Jogger via sms proved to be a better “friend request”.. at least there was a face AND coffee to go with it!! hahaha
I get annoyed when people do that.. send a friend request via facebook and expect people to know who the hell they are. i mean, is it so hard to just give a little introduction if you’ve not been in touch like forever? and i reallyyyyyy don’t get the idea of the whole friend request to complete strangers just to rack up the number of people they’re friends with..
Friends should be of quality not quantity, innit?
Nizz,
Indeed the face – with the Hero cap – and the coffee that came with the ‘Friend Request’ proved to be worth offering and worth accepting! Who would have thought our past could haunt the future of others, eh? You were the missing piece in a puzzle I didn’t even know was missing! Yay us!
Facebook… hmmm. It used to give a list of checkboxes to tick (to confirm how we know the person we’re requesting to be a friend), remember? I don’t see that now. I, everytime requesting friendship, mesti akan tulis sejarah dan hikayat of myself siap! Just in case I am ‘That Easy to Forget’.
With Mrs. X, I sent her two messages lagi on Facebook wayyyyyyy before I knew she was the swiper. I wrote, asking innocently if she liked the shower caps she asked (kirim) my husband to buy. And the very shower caps I helped to buy at Watsons. Of course she never answered my Facebook notes. She went on and blocked me! Pehhh, quite a story with our beloved Mrs. Shower Cap ni kan? Hehe.
Anyway, yeah… Facebook doesn’t seem to know what friendship really means, does it? Like c’mon, my ex-students are not my friends. We don’t buddy-buddy chummy-chummy and it’s not like I tell them what’s on my mind every 4 hours. A friend I made when I was in Grade 4 and never saw since Grade 5 is not really a friend, is he? How would I know if he was going to end up stalking me if I added him on my Friends’ List? Eeeeeeesshhh!
jgn percaya! tah tah.. spacecop gaban neighbour aku!
Spacecop Gaban tak cukup power. Tak mau lah kawan. I need someone who has a good gadget… or a few!