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    Privacy
    Sunday, October 24, 2010, 12:26 AM
    You should all know that I am really fond of Lights. Just a warning.

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    I want to start off with privacy, and that concludes me to Facebook.. I changed all my privacy setting such as you are unable to see how many friends I have instead you are able to see how many mutual friends you and I got. Facebook Album, most of you are able to see all my Facebook album (all 16 of them), some of you will not. Don’t worry, nothing personal, alright.

    Privacy means a lot to me. I couldn't have all my 1.5k (literally) friends stalking on me, knowing what I’m doing, where I’m going (due to the Foursquare).

    Next haters, I got haters on Facebook, so no surprise. I’m tired with their shit, all that do is talk shit with their filthy mouth. Next, flirting. I have no ideas that a girl knows how to flirt on Facebook. Ever since that incident, I blocked all female users from being online, it scares me a little. Event. Okay, all the part poopers are sending me an invitation. Do I look like a party guy or a clubber, sure I go some of the event, but not all. I'm not a clubber or whatever you call it, I’m a normal guy having my own life doing the armadillo thing. Self-defensive.

    And..

    For your information, I wouldn’t add anyone that I do not know, I do not care how many mutual friends you got, I still won’t. All and all, I’m tired of Facebook. There, I said it. Happy? Sure!