There’s an e-card that reads “Facebook - ruining perfectly good relationships since 2004″ Laugh all you want but there is truth in comedy. Sure it’s opened up a whole new world of potential suitors for us to pick from . Yes it may be a great way to meet a new flame or fling. Yay, we get stalk hot guys and girls openly and legally on the web
One of the most daunting and challenging tasks you will ever have to face is attempting to write the description for your birthday event on Facebook , without sounding like a total wanker. Or like it’s practically impossible to outline the particulars of your plans without sounding like a real keen bean or super pretentious
Females are fascinating creatures. As a male, I naturally want to “date” them, and like all males, we are bemused by some of their odd behaviour, like being worried how good they look, thinking they’re fat when there’s clearly more bone than flab on them, and flipping out for no good reason (men just assume it’s their
Everyone may have the long weekend off, but school’s not out at The Marquee Club on Labour Day Eve with its School Uniform Party. Not quite the Year 12 formal all over again, everyone gets to dust off their old school uniform and show off their school spirit (despite having probably hated wearing uniform back in the day). From the
Alcohol, your real life ‘get out of jail free’ card. What a blessing it is to be able to act on whatever stupid or socially unacceptable whim that comes into your mind and be happily ignorant of any impending consequences. The Mecca of such activities, bars and nightclubs, when you think about it, really are social ‘grey areas’ when it comes to normally
Rnb festival ‘Heatwave’ attempts to host performances in capital cities over Australia, find themselves in Struggletown every time. Disgruntled patrons of the festival have created numerous Facebook groups including HeatWave = Biggest Music Festival Failure ever and People Who Were Screwed Over By The Douches Who Organised HeatWave,
You log into your Facebook account to find yourself scrolling for five minutes before finding a post from someone you actually remember meeting. Ah, friendships formed after a big night out, and the ability of Facebook to keep them alive. Since it’s conception in 2004, we’ve seen our friends list go from friends, to foes, to Frank. And who the hell is Frank?