This is another poem about friendship...
and it sounds like we do now in this forum...
Am I right...???
hehehe.....
(duh... English gw bener gak yach...)
[u][b]Friends Without Face[/b][/u]
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens.
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze,
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes;
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody to type out our name.
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We do form friendships, but why, we don't know
How some of these friendships will flourish and grow.
Why is it that on screen we can be so bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told?
Why is it we share the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple; it is clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must.
So we turn to the "puter", and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy. The truth still remains.
They are "Friends Without Faces", and odd little names.
- Author Unknown
and it sounds like we do now in this forum...
Am I right...???
hehehe.....
(duh... English gw bener gak yach...)
[u][b]Friends Without Face[/b][/u]
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens.
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze,
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes;
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody to type out our name.
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We do form friendships, but why, we don't know
How some of these friendships will flourish and grow.
Why is it that on screen we can be so bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told?
Why is it we share the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple; it is clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must.
So we turn to the "puter", and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy. The truth still remains.
They are "Friends Without Faces", and odd little names.
- Author Unknown
