so as some of you may recall a few days ago i spoke about this new social exchange site called mycube… it’s a twitter+blogging+facebooking all in one like site.
the cool thing about mycube is that it has higher privacy and demonstrates monetization. in a nutshell, instead of freely sharing stuff or having others steal what you put on your blog, others need to pay u credits/cubes for ur content. sorta like copyright in day to day life
if ya wanna give it a test run go to beta.mycube.com and use activation code mcfrancesh
also, as some of you may know, i’ve applied to an internship with mycube… in order to get the internship, i need to be the fastest to get 250 to sign up for mycube so it’d be great if ya’ll can help me out as well :)
since it’s in its beta phase u get 1000 cubes to start off with if ya sign up now
To most people who know me, I’m a busy bee. But somehow, that doesn’t stop me from doing my daily rituals of logging onto facebook, tumblr, twitter, etc. How is that so? What’s so chic about this crazy blogging, social networking… or more so procrasinating?
I think it’s a matter of the ease and casualness that comes with the term. It doesn’t require much effort to just log on (in fact I believe my computer pretty much just keeps me logged in) and I can type away random thoughts. A luring foundation persists from the ease of typing it from my phone even! So in between studying, or when a thought swings by, or when I stumble across a world-proclaiming quote (or just an inspirational one… or just a funny one..), I’d just make a status update, or tweet, or tumblr it away…it’s such a luxury. That being said, I never take comments or responses all too seriously.
Who really treats social media with the same level of severity as academic integrity? While secretly peeping over at someone’s answer sheet during a final would be considered cheating, and reading someone’s diary is disturbing…how is it that reading someone’s profile page… more specifically the friend of a friend’s boyfriend’s page, any less or a crime? It appears that to trade for a connected social world, privacy is no longer a matter at hand. Am I guilty of the late night stalking to see if this friend of a friend’s boyfriend is still dating my friend’s friend? I can’t say I’m not.
However, when it comes to my own profile, as my friends would know, I find it only fair that what I put up is out there in the open. That being said, I’d only want my friends to see my day to day activities. Every now and then, I check if I have my security settings set in stone, yet somehow information seems to leak. It appears evident, that privacy doesn’t truly exist in a world where everything’s casually done through clicks and taps.
The casualness and ease that comes with it all has also allowed laziness to grow in me. Retweeting, reblogging, or sharing others’ thoughts has become a habit of mine. In school, copyright is taught and academic integrity is followed. But in the realm of social media, it’s been a war of cool people coming up with thoughts, and other cool people restating the same thought. At times it even seems impossible to trace back to the original source. Bibliographies are so annoying when it comes to writing a 10% paper for a course, yet we all secretly admit the value in it. I can’t say that the habit of restating others thoughts while socializing digitally is necessarily a good one; I can’t say that I’ve regarded others’ possible casual content on blogs or social networks with the same respect as I do with published journals and research papers. What if there were a way to give credit to the original authors, as casual as their thoughts may be? What if they got paid for their thoughts, just as any author in real life would? Would monetization save me from my lazy habit and disrespect?
Has the lack of privacy control or content sharing gone out of hand? That is something I can’t completely judge. Some of us have done the late night stalking, the lazy reblogging; others have tried to hide our content, or refrain from writing the most sensational poetry pieces on a blog. But what sort of a turn would social media take when privacy and copyright is taken seriously?
Hopefully, MyCube.com may offer me more insight, into my bad habits, and what respectful social media can look like in the future.
such a pretty song… thanks jo. for introducing! sometimes the hardest thing is to feel like you want to help someone so bad, but feel like there’s nothing you can do… just watchin’ them go through the pain…
i guess in times like that, all you could do is pray for them.
I fear that I won’t have the words that he needs to hear I pray for Your wisdom, oh God, and a heart that’s sincere Lord, I lift my friend up to You
Lord, I lift my friend to You My best friend in the world, I know he means much more to You I want so much to help him, but this is something he has to do And Lord, I lift my friend up to You
it amazes how infrequent i listen to what i’ve been told, it amazes me that i think advice can be ignored.
here i am, making the same mistake.
i’ve always said that i’d only be willing to give as much as i receive from others. at least, in the spirit of fairness and equality, that should be the case.
yet somehow, stupidity leads me to do otherwise. i care too much. yes, i’ve been told i care too much. whatever the matter, whoever the person, i care too much, i put too much effort in, and in the end what do i get?
that’s the problem you see, my friends constantly remind me that caring too much would wear you out…
i grew up, believing that ya should put others before yourself, caring more than enough, giving more than you take…
it all sounded so noble, so amicable and what one should aim for.
but that’s the thing, that was way too idealistic… and when my realistic advice came my way, i never listened carefully.
who knows if i’ll learn from my mistakes… ever really… i just know that my friends were right….
why on earth did i think that i could put others before myself care more than enough give more than i take
i am afterall, just a very selfish being who in the end does want to count my rewards see how much i gather how much i’ve won in the end.
it was a valid question my friend asked…. if i put so much effort and try to be an idealist… would i be okay with whatever results i receive in the end?
if i were to work hard and get nothing give forever without receiving care too much and end up exhausting myself…. could i actually be content with it all?
maybe that’s the thing, i gotta just learn to listen.
“Child, when do you think is the time to love somebody the most? When they done good and made things easy for everybody? Well then, you ain’t through learning - because that ain’t the time at all. It’s when he’s at his lowest and can’t believe in hisself ‘cause the world done whipped him so! When you starts measuring somebody, measure him right, child, measure him right. Make sure you done taken into account what hills and valleys he come through before he got to whereever he is.”—Mama from A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine Hansberry
here i am, yet again pullin’ another allnighter.
and i must say, don’t know what hit, but all of a sudden i just can’t worry enough about it all, and i guess instead, my mind’s calmed down a bit.
i was so stressed yesterday (or this very long ‘today’ must i say), and reality and i both know that once this moment wears off, i’ll be back to endless panic attacks.
i guess i just felt like acknowledging this moment of ‘break’. as i rapidly type my life away to get yet another school paper done, with a mochacchino in ma belly, listening to someone else’s desired music… and knowing that ma boi is gettin’ his rest… somehow, don’t ask, i have no idea how, i’m just content with a small dose of calmness.
i guess it’s just another one of those small moments, that may come and go, but if you grab hold to it, you can really come to appreciate.
i am quite hungry though, one of the many side effects of pullin’ an allnighter i suppose.
i think the main effect is still sleep deprivation. ha.
sometimes you can think, worry, ponder, wonder, go back and forth about a million things your mind… but oh, how i do indeed sometimes enjoy living in the present, even if it’s just … so brief.
okay, i guess i shouldn’t overindulge, this paper fails to write itself out. if only papers had a mind of their own, i wouldn’t have to waste my brain power. ha.
haven’t been bloggin’ much lately, but i guess it’s about time.
today was just an ordinary day, but i guess simple things can lift you up and bring you down on any ordinary day, n’est pas?
nice weather, and kickass shoes. and the simple joys that He and he brings :) i guess it was nice to be able to focus on God a bit more today as compared to other days, but i guess i still need to maintain that focus and desire a tad more.
but boy am i frustrated that i’m in the library without my earphones, it can be so distressing. silence kills, for anyone who knows me, i really can’t stand the silence… i think it’s starting to make the air feel my dry and my head feel a bit … dead lol
oo, thankfully discovered some nice pictures, once again been shown the beauty in life.
but i guess that’s it, ya don’t get always live on the emotional rollercoaster, but you do get to live every day. and i guess, today is a day worth living.
haha so stressed, just not thinkin’ and livin’ in simplicity helps a bit
i thought i had a bad day. i stand corrected. worst day ever.
i duno how, i just lost it all.
i lost track of things i lost the patience for things i lost the ability to manage things i lost the motivation to work at things i lost my temper i lost my kindness i lost trust i lost chances i lost hope i lost happiness i lost what meant the world to me.
i lost it all, with nobody but myself to blame. i think that’s the hardest part of it all.
i watched myself lose it all, and i stood idly by. everything’s just simply so messed up.
now i just gotta figure out what to do… can i accept defeat… or can i gain it all, back.
“Eve was not taken out of Adam’s head to top him, neither out of his feet to be trampled by him, but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him.”—Matthew Henry (via jo-y)
my dad told me to not get my emotions mixed up with what God is telling/showing me. i said, “DAD, i’m not 12 years old”. i think he might have said that maybe in his emotions of wanting me to come to korea and spend time with him a bit more. which is a good point, but i’ve really been trying to…