Facebook is my surrogate game

I had planned to reactivate my World of Warcraft account last week, after meeting up with some long-time gamer friends. I even bought The Burning Crusade (WoW expansion pack).

But installing the game killed my computer. For a few frightful hours, I wasn’t able to boot up Windows. I thought the end had come.

Fortunately, the Goonfather managed to save my PC, which is now still usable, but barely. I have to buy myself a new machine soon because this 4-year-old junkheap seems bound to meet its maker in scrapyard heaven just about any time without notice.

So, I’m buying my new computer next weekend. In the meantime, I can’t play WoW. =(

But I can play Facebook!

A little background:

Last week, I attended a Singtel Moblog focus group where we generally discussed what we liked and didn’t like about blogging platforms and other Web 2.0 gizmos.

There was a point during which everyone shared which communities they belonged to. Like Friendster, MySpace, Facebook, and so on.

I told everyone I have long been resisting Facebook, even though it seems to be one of the most popular sites now, even though I keep getting invites from friends to join them in there.

Today, I finally decided to get an account because not being able to play WoW is making me hyperventilate and I have to do something to take my mind off my restlessness. Also, the Cowboybar crazies have been waxing lyrical over Facebook, so much so that it became like a mystery I had to solve: Why the hell is everyone and his grandmother in Facebook? So good meh?

I’d been assuming that Facebook is just a more classy Friendster. I already have Friendster, which I find boring, so I don’t need more rubbish like that in my life.

Was I ever wrong.

Facebook blew my mind when I signed up today.

People should be more communicative, you know. I mean, I’ve been getting rubbish template e-mails like, “Hey, Sassy Wong added you as a friend in Facebook! Join her!”

Who the hell wants to join anything with a lousy message like that?

The e-mails should be more like, “Throw a cow (or a fish, or a chicken) at your friend, Sassy Wong, in Facebook! After you’re done doing that, have a refreshing cocktail while you deface her profile with graffiti! What are you waiting for? Come in now and get free gummi bears to spit at your friends!”

Really, if I had gotten an e-mail like that early on, I would have been a Facebook member on the outset.

As it happened, I didn’t find out that such a cool thing existed until today. And I spent the entire afternoon and a good part of the evening exploring the third-party applications in Facebook and throwing cows at friends.

It’s surprisingly fun!

Anyway, if you’re in Facebook, add me ok? Search for my name: Shen Qiaoyun. Shouldn’t be hard to find because there aren’t many Qiaoyuns around. If you add me, and you have some funny name I won’t recognise, please identify yourself or I won’t add you back if I don’t know who you are!

See you in there!