Monday, September 30, 2013

Scrolling down my own Facebook page.

Yes, I've just done the pettiest thing someone could do. Or maybe not. I know, I've always said that blog and music are my two time machines. Apparently, there's one more: a Facebook page.

Okay, you may say "who's still on Facebook?" (I am, sometimes), but you have to admit that almost  everyone (except the hipsters -- which I still believe they actually had it once before it's too cool) have a Facebook page. Yes it's all about the status updates, the photo albums, the tagged updates, the tagged photos you don't approve because it's not your profile-picture-perfect kinda pic, the old friends, the new friends, the long lost friends, the always-there friends, the strangers that become friends, the strangers that remind strangers yet you still keep, and even the archnemesis whom you let straying around on your page because you secretly want their updates PLUS you want to brag a bit about your life to them... HA! (not that I'm doing that lol).

Now, with those people and posts and photos and videos (and everything in between) gathered in one media, perfectly sorted by dates, plus an easy way to access it (as you can jump from one year to another through the so called 'timeline'), what can you get? Yes, dear friends, a TIME-MACHINE. WOO-HOO!

See, try it sometimes. Just sometimes. See how much things have changed. See how much YOU have changed. Those past relationships that make you think how fool you were, those friends you used to keep in touch with, those wise words you put on your status updates that make you wonder how you were so wise back then (yes it happens) and stuff... See, recall, and learn. Isn't it amazing how you can realize that time grows and learn life lessons through Facebook? (doesn't come out right but yeah you know what I mean)

And the best part is that you can always delete some unnecessary posts, yet it won't affect your present. (Or maybe, a bit)

The time traveler,

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