The Twitter Effect

When everyone hears of twitter or some other social media and jumps on the bandwagon like their other mates. Its usually for a couple of reasons:

I can express myself, my views, my likes

Sharing your work or links

Getting usefull information/News

Hearing about new technologies

Catching up with people

And we all love doing that at first we share we talk we make friends even. Then soon enough we start looking at those tiny little number saying how much followers I have in the bottom. Thats when things start going the wrong way.

A lot of us just loose ourself, our individuality more importantly we forget why we were here in the first place. The next thing you know is we’re in the band wagon of the twitter effect. We’re tweeting about:

Kanye west

Who died

The trending topic  (yes you too #aftersex)

Retweeting because a power tweeter tweeted it.

Tweeting about twitter

How to get more followers

I think this needs to stop, its a pretty nifty and brilliant platform to exchange ideas thoughts, news and what not. So lets please try to get over the Twitter effect and realize why we were here in the first place.

Happy tweeting.

When everyone hears of twitter or some other social media and jumps on the bandwagon like their other mates. It’s usually for a couple of reasons:

• I can express myself, my views, my likes
• Sharing your work or links
• Getting usefull information/News
• Hearing about new technologies
• Catching up with people

And we all love doing that at first we share we talk we make friends even. Then soon enough we start looking at those tiny little number saying how much followers I have in the bottom. Thats when things start going the wrong way. A lot of us just lose ourself, our individuality more importantly we forget why we were here in the first place. The next thing you know is we’re in the band wagon of the twitter effect. We’re tweeting about:

• Kanye west
• Who died
• The trending topic  (yes you too #aftersex)
• Retweeting because a power tweeter tweeted it.
• Tweeting about twitter
• How to get more followers

I think this needs to stop, it’s a pretty nifty and brilliant platform to exchange ideas thoughts, news and what not. So lets please try to get over the Twitter effect and realize why we were here in the first place. Happy tweeting.

Islamic Rebublic of Pakistan : Epic Fail

Islamic Republic of Pakist Epic Fail

So its 11:00Pm on a friday night, we’re smoking a couple of cigerettes ( yes your prick when I say cigerette’s I mean just cigerettes) and there is a shop in front of us with a big board that said ‘Imported’ something something. So we went in to see a couple of sneakers ( I think we’re all suckers for oldschool retro converse sneakers) got in there and the my eyes first spots some kick ass langerie and I was like oolala mari (the mate) thats some cool langerie right? He looks at me and goes dude its evening wear. I just stood there for a couple trying to imagine that little peice of black and red lace as evening wear.

Got out of the store still standing like idiots still waiting for the other guys. A new black Corolla stops near us with a couple of middle ages men in it. The window rolls down ( and I’m thinking fuck what did I do this time) and the guy goes like “Do you know where KatHouse is?” in response when he see’s our absolute blank faces he tries to give us a hint by saying “It’s here somewhere isn’t this babar plaze”. And yes we’re still blank, so in order to help us out he goes on to explain what he is looking for “Jee KatHouse the bar/club/disco”. In order to assure us their not kidding the uncle with the white beard from the back rolls down and peeks from the middle. And yes, we’re still staring in mid-air. Then mari goes like why don’t you ask some shop keeping, cause till now we were so sure he’s just messing around with us.

But when he goes to the ‘Imported evening wear ‘ shop and asks the guy, we were pretty convinced on Islamic Republic of Pakistan being an EPIC FAIL!

So its 11:00Pm on a Friday night, we’re smoking a couple of cigarettes ( yes your prick when I say cigarette’s I mean just cigarettes) and there is a shop in front of us with a big board that said ‘Imported’ something something. So we went in to see a couple of sneakers (I think we’re all suckers for old school retro converse sneakers) got in there and my eyes first spots some kick ass lingerie and I was like Olalla Mari (the mate) that’s some cool lingerie right? He looks at me and goes dude its evening wear. I just stood there for a couple trying to imagine that little piece of black and red lace as evening wear.

Got out of the store still standing like idiots still waiting for the other guys. A new black Corolla stops near us with a couple of middle aged men in it. The window rolls down (and I’m thinking fuck what did I do this time) and the guy goes like “Do you know where Cathouse is?” in response when he see’s our absolute blank faces he tries to give us a hint by saying “its here somewhere isn’t this Babar plaza”. And yes we’re still blank, so in order to help us out he goes on to explain what he is looking for “Jee Cathouse the bar/club/disco”. In order to assure us their not kidding the uncle with the white beard from the back rolls down and peeks from the middle. And yes, we’re still staring in mid-air. Then Mari goes like why don’t you ask some shop keeping, cause till now we were so sure he’s just messing around with us.

But when he goes to the ‘Imported, evening wear ‘ shop and asks the guy, we were pretty convinced on Islamic Republic of Pakistan being an EPIC FAIL!