Just a while ago, having a little blog seemed to be the latest fad in life. Now, the new darling of the moment appears to be the so-hip-it-bleeds: FaceBook.
The princess was so tempted to jump onto the glamorous bandwagon after numerous kind requests by friends to do so, hinting at the possibilities of hooking up with new eligible friends and re-making old acquaintances.
Somehow, the princess didn’t.
Perhaps, just the thought of the constant need to catch up with the latest fad had drained all enthusiasm off the princess.
These days, it just is so difficult to keep up with times and live up to expectations. Everything is going at such neckbreaking speed, people and connections are getting so complex by the minute.
Back at the ever-so-popular club the other night, the princess was seized by a sudden bout of panic attack in the middle of the body packed dance floor. Waves and waves of new faces came crashing in; each wave more beautiful than the one before.
Perfect bodies sculpted by hours in the gym, that youthful look not yet savaged by the time and the air of confidence that permeates as they gyrate across the floor. It seems, in a world so superficial; everyone is so hell-bent to be the best.
Suddenly, like her fellow teen sensations in Hollywood, down-spiralling into a life of mess and despair; the plastic princess finally begins to share their pain & pressures while trying to make her own choice: Join in the madness and keep up with the Jones or quietly step away from it all.
Monday, October 15, 2007
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