I was browsing through my blogs @weebly when I suddenly had the urge to view my previous blogs at Friendster. I clicked on the link and was surprised to see that the page is unavailable. Thinking it may be a network glitch, I tried refreshing the page for a couple of times to no avail. Until it finally came to me that Friendster Blogsite does not exist anymore.
Damn it. I had used Friendster blogs since I started, well, blogging in 2002. I had perhaps a hundred of so much fun, crazy, emotional and even freaky entries back there. I sent an email to the Friendster Team (admin) in high hopes that I would be helped out to get a chance to retrieve my blogs and the reply was: Friendster Team: We're sorry but we can no longer retrieve old blogs. We gave you a chance to export them as early as April. You should have exported it then. Shocked as I was with Friendster Team's "blaming" answer to my plea, my reply was: Hell yeah???!! How come I didnt even receive a notification email that the site was finally crashing for good? Don't you guys even have a heart to help your loyal users like me who had used your site for almost 7 years in each and every emotional outpour I had? What about all the memories I saved on that blog site? Doesn't anyone among your team know something not-so -technical called "back-up"? I was like "crying over spilled milk". I didn't know what to do and I felt so devastated. Felt like a significant part of me was forcefully taken away from me. D E L E T E D. Gone permanently. So today, I learned that I cannot trust anything or anyone to back me up and that I always have to be responsible for my own stuff. Nothing is really permanent. Another lesson learned- the hard way. Ouch!!! And for one thing, I so hate you Friendster!
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JeepneyRider
10/31/2011 05:40:12 am
I saved one of your articles.
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memen
10/31/2011 06:44:25 pm
hey! totoo ba yan or joke?? if it's true, pls send it to my email...pls?pls?
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