The Park

Oh, hell. I concede defeat. Friendster is indeed a useful, albeit irritating, tool to connect with friends and acquiantances of old. It is fascinating to browse through the profiles of past elementary, high school, and university friends. You smile at the changes they have gone through. Memories flood your brain. And then, the inevitable hits you. The nostalgia factor arrives. Argh. Emo-mode is on. Quick, someone slap me into reality again. Please, I am begging you.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

I am fine. I survived the nostalgia attack. Don’t mind me, holidays make me insane. And it’s not even Thanksgiving yet.

If majority of my posts morphs into teenage angst, please kill me now. I am pretty sure you’d rather be tortured entertained by my karaoke posts, anyway.