spamers

SPAMMERS

DAMN SPAMMERS THESE SAYS

CANT YOU UNDERSTAND THAT I CANT EVEN SEE ALL OF THE SHIT U PUT ON MY WALL

AND NORMALLY IM NOT IRRITATED BY THIS BUT 500 MESSAGES AND LIKE 300 WALL POSTS IN LIKE 5 MINS AINT GUNNA FLY

ONE DAY IMMA JUST SPAMM ALL OF U WHEN U AINT ONLINE AND IMMA DO IT TEN TIMES WORSE SO BEWARE

VIRUS VIDEO SPAMERS!!

I am so sick of seeing thoses videos that have viruses on them being spamed in the b.a.p tags!! Some one please please get rid of them! I cant go through their tags peacefuly because of them!! 

This has go to stop!!!!!!!!!!!

one day I ended up clicking on one of them with out knowing and it gave my computer a fucking virus!!!I want thoeses videos gone ASAP!

Today I learned that mail.com fucking sucks!

 It’s now been nearly 20 years since any old high school kid could get an e-mail address. So when a guy like myself feels like getting a new e-mail address that isn’t Gmail and Yahoo Hotmail or any of the other primary or more popular e-mail addresses looking for something rather specific, we’ll go with the free option. On one end of the spectrum you can pay 10 bucks for domain and another 5 to 10 for some hosting and for 20 bucks a year you’ve got an e-mail address that is pretty much any name you can think of at any domain name you can think of. The other end of the spectrum is free, and considering the alternative is $.18 a day per year, you should expect free to be pretty convenient and easy going.

 GMX mail, or as I use the free version of their mail service, Mail.com, has decided to do away with such convenience.

 I was one of the earlier subscribers to the Yahoo! Mail service back in 1995-1996. And back then it was exactly as you would expect of a mail service; you would sign into your mail and see your inbox of potential new mail. Then a few years later they got bought out and things started changing. Suddenly there was news and advertisements before you can get your inbox. Oh well, not much you could do, that were not many alternatives.

 The reason I mention it is because the only reason people didn’t care for the obstruction was because they had nowhere else to go (very few places to go). Now with literally thousands of other free e-mail services, Mail.com has grown from a free mail service to e-mail service that offers premium service and harassment to its customers on the “free” service.

 When I first started with their service I didn’t mind all that much that when I signed into mail.com I wasn’t even shown my mail. Instead I was shown whatever plethora of new stories and advertisements this company decided I should see. Whatever, one extra click. Then a few days later I started getting a message every single time I login that I had not logged out “properly” and needed to click another button before I could continue. If I had joined the so-called free e-mail service for its incredible security network this might seem reasonable but they are not and I didn’t. Worse than that, they log you out automatically (as I found out the next day). So not only do they demand that you click a logout button or have to read a disciplinary message before continuing the next time, but they log you out at their leisure even if you have chosen not to close the page or click the logout button yourself.

 This hypocritical and contradictory issue could have been resolved if they simply explained why there foolish system made sense for even a moment. Nope; when I sent a support request calling their “you did not logout” message a form of spam, some halfwit replied to me that the message was necessary because of something I had done wrong and that if I was receiving spam e-mails I should probably look into why it was I was at fault for those e-mails.

 I was tempted to reply to this pseudo-support until I read some reviews from other so-called free customers and quickly decided against it. First I looked for the phone number to contact an actual human so that I could determine if they were genuinely inapt and incapable of understanding English or deceptively rude and making light of my term spam. I quickly found that their lack of a phone number for free customers to contact support was intentional; the phone numbers only for premium customers and they even have their agents posing as premium customers and belittling free users who complain about them on other websites.

 You might be thinking “oh but you mentioned how many other services are out there”. Well yes, there are, but the ease of signing up for this service and the fact that their mobile app was quick and easy to use made me really like them at first. So I’m surely going to move on but I just wanted to let others know what a shitty moneygrubbing group this is. I can only hope that their sister company 1&1 Internet, stops hosting spam and/or drops this terrible attempt to make money in an industry where anybody with 10 to 15 bucks and a buddy who knows only the basics can get an actual unique e-mail address rather than your shitty generic one mail.com.

Nuevos horizontes

Comparto con vosotros el primer fanfic corto que escribo. 

Fanfic sobre: Star Wars.
Personajes: Zight (creado por mí), Yoda y Mace Windu.
Rating: para todos los públicos.

«El joven abrió los ojos, que se vieron bañados por una luz demasiado potente. Las lágrimas se agolparon y se vio obligado a pestañear frenéticamente para dejarlas escapar.
—¿Dónde estoy?
Su voz sonó grave. Se llevó la mano a la garganta y sus dedos temblaron al encontrarse de pleno con la cicatriz horizontal que tenía en la nuez. Las imágenes se acumularon en su mente. Recordaba lo que había pasado. Alguien le había atacado por la espalda la noche anterior. Le habían intentado estrangular. ¿Por qué? ¿Quién le haría algo así?
—Respuestas tempranas tendrán tus preguntas.
La voz que llegó a sus oídos era extraña, gritona y afónica. Se giró para mirar a su alrededor. Por primera vez fue consciente de dónde se encontraba. Era una sala blanca, circular, impoluta. Él estaba tumbado, en una camilla flotante. Solo.
—¿Quién habla?
No obtuvo respuesta. Se levantó de la camilla y quedó justo delante de un gran espejo que ocupaba toda una pared. Supo, porque no era tonto, que alguien estaba observándole al otro lado del espejo. Él solo veía su rostro, el de siempre, el del híbrido que era. El color verde de su piel escamada relucía bajo la luz artificial. Era un verde vivo, radiante. Su cara se alargaba hasta culminar en una boca que mostraba intermitentemente una lengua bífida. Estaba desnudo. La parte delantera de su cuerpo era de un color perla, y su parte trasera de aquel verde hermoso. El cuello, en efecto, estaba surcado por una cicatriz horizontal.
—¿Quién anda al otro lado?
Solo fue respondido por el silencio.
—Digo que ¿quién anda al otro lado? Exijo que me respondan. ¿Dónde diablos estoy?
Un crujido sonó a su espalda. Se giró y vio que una parte de la pared, al otro lado de la camilla, se abría. No se había fijado hasta aquel momento, la sala no tenía puerta, era todo pared y espejo. De la abertura, inundada del más absoluto negro, aparecieron dos figuras. Eran dos personajes muy distintos el uno del otro. Por un lado estaba el hombre de color. Calvo, alto, negro. Vestía ropas antiguas y anchas. El híbrido no había visto nunca aquellas ropas. Por otro lado, el otro personaje, era bajo. Muy bajo. Su piel era de color verde, un verde más oscuro que el suyo. Las orejas se alargaban hacia los lados y terminaban en punta. Caminaba apoyado en un bastón.
—¿Cuál es tu nombre? —preguntó el más alto de los dos.
—¿Cu-cuál es el vuestro?
—No tengo tiempo para juegos, muchacho. Necesito saber cuál es tu nombre.
Algo en la seriedad de aquella voz, le hizo entender que debía contestar a la pregunta. Además, había alguna cosa en la mirada del pequeño ser que le hacía sentir a salvo.
—Mi-mi nombre es Zight.
El silencio les envolvió y, de pronto, el hombrecillo empezó a avanzar apoyándose en el bastón. Se acercó a Zight y le observó. Pestañeaba y se movía de forma pausada. Irradiaba tranquilidad y seguridad. Sus labios se separaron y, tras una respiración conciliadora, dijo:
—La Fuerza es grande en ti, joven Zight. El elegido debes ser.
Y, aunque él aún no lo sabía, aquellas palabras, en aquella extraña voz que ya había escuchado minutos antes, le iban a cambiar la vida.» 

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SPAM!!! SPAMER!!! GET THE FUCK AWAY!!!