The Social Network: A New Media of a Penis Contest

Somehow, I think I should expand what I tweeted the other day:

Just watched the Social Network and feeling horny.

As a twisted gay man, I could not resist that basic instinct when those fraternity men waving around their penises and try to beat one to each other with their sizes.

It begins with a break-up of Mark and his girlfriend because he wants to get into a prestige club, which is famous for their big dicks. He holds a grudge and revenges her by verbally exposed her tits on the Internet and sneaked his dick into the secured zone in the university.

Chicks consequentially hate him but higher-rank dicks are impressed with his smart dick and invite him to work for them on their new project. He agrees but, instead, he uses his own dick on his own similar project and asks for a start-up fund from his best friend.

While the higher-rank dicks’ project is going nowhere, Mark’s becomes a hit. They are furious and want to show off their bigger dicks to him but one of them wants to keep the righteous dicks in the place.

Now, even though Mark’s dick and his best friend’s are much cooler and more attracted to chicks more than ever, when he runs into his ex-girlfriend, she shakes him off like a flea. He decides to enlarge his dick.

The expansion gets an attention of Mark’s idol, whom is famous for his battles with big corporation dicks. He eventually lost the war and got broke but claims that he was the one who knocked their dicks down and changed the world. Ironically, this dick is played by Justine Timberlake, who is actually works with those corporate dicks in real life.

The idol dick becomes Mark’s mentor, permanent houseguest when they move to California, capital fundraiser and, finally, their dick partner. While everything is happening into the place of Mark’s dick, his best friend is left behind in New York, feels very resentful about the whole idol thing and freezes the fund he should be managing in order to exhibit that he is also has got a dick. However, he goes with the big dick plan where the big money is, anyway.

Meanwhile, the higher-rank dicks get more and more bitter. When they find out Mark’s dick has crossed the territory over the Atlantic, they all agree to put pants down and enter the dick competition. The last shot we see them is the three men hugging each other with pride in a luxurious suite in the UK.

The final straw is when the 1-million-minion party of Mark’s dick. His best friend is called into find that he is forced to leave the dick he has given the start-up money. And that is how he has to get his dignity back to his dick.

And on the same evening, the idol also reveals his true colour of his sleazy dick when he is arrested in the party with drug and chicks which one of them happens to be an underage intern.

Mark loses his best friend and his mentor over the night that marks his dick conquers the world. In the end, after he is informed that all the dick contests will be settled, he sits down in a meeting room of his lawyer who always seems to be the biggest dick after all the disputes, looking at his ex-girlfriend’s profile in his dick empire… alone.

Have I told you there is a bunch dickheads in the movie?

I’m Off My Facebook

Facebook has been the way I recently connect to friends, old and new, but its privacy policy has been concerning me since the day I signed up in 2007. In many levels, it is more a data mining scam than information sharing network with friends. And there is copyrights issue of the content you post on Facebook. And the list goes on and on.

There is another personal problem—my on-line game addiction. In fact, I was not active on Facebook until role-play games like Mafia Wars and FarmVille got into me. It is very easy for me to get distracted and level up on those games to feel I finish something but reality I accomplish nothing. I have to give it up before my life goes down deeper than where it is now. Quitting an addiction is not easy but I have done it with tobacco.

I will keep the account until 31 May 2010 Australian Eastern Standard Time. You can still see me social network, mainly, on twitter >, flickr >, vimeo > and on my own blog It might not be as fun as Facebook but, at least, I feel I can trust them

That is the original last status update I intended to post on Facebook but way too long. The decision to quit Facebook was not easy since I reconnected with good old friends in Thailand who emerged from Hi5 and was about to get to know more new friends via Mafia Wars. But I want a discipline to stay focus on making a living at some point and the projects in my head.

Facebook privacy issues have been debated for a long time and I was sceptic about it on the day I joined. It did not bother me much since I did not expose my works directly on the site.

I annoyed with myself the most when I created my own illusion of accomplishments on role-play games and made an easy escape from the reality. From MiniClip to Kongragrate, been there, done that. Online game addiction has been my problem for years since the depression rolled in. Addiction is a symptom of mental illness and it contributed to my downfall amongst other fucked-up incidents.

I was only active Facebook for role-play games: Mafia Wars and FarmVille. On the other hand, I have not created any new work at all. That has to change. I have to stay away from it, at least, until I can pick myself up again.

Do you know anyone who has game addiction problem, either online or console? What do you do?