Goodbye, my friend

The pebbled pathways we walked on,
The ones on which we chit-chatted and discovered each other;
Let’s look back at them one last time,
For I want to say Goodbye, my friend.

The breezy evenings we spent under the skies,
When we shared silly jokes and laughed;
Let’s look back at them one last time,
For I want to say Goodbye, my friend.

The crazy days when we bought cigarettes,
And giggled while we tried to smoke them;
Let’s look back at them one last time,
For I want to say Goodbye, my friend.

The mad arguments and fights we had,
When all we wanted was to sort it out and move on;
Let’s look back at them one last time,
For I want to say Goodbye, my friend.

Those tables where we piled up empty cups of coffees, 
And shared our deepest secrets and fears;
Let’s look back at them one last time,
For I want to say Goodbye, my friend.

The long nights we sat up and drank like fish,
And guffawed before we collapsed on our beds;
Let’s look back at them one last time,
For I want to say Goodbye, my friend.

That last holiday we took together,
Where the silences were longer than the conversations;
Let’s look back at it one last time,
For I want to say Goodbye, my friend.

The one long year in between,
The longest we’ve not spoken;
Let’s look back at it one last time,
For I want to say Goodbye, my friend.

You will be missed; but I wish you good luck.
It’s sad we are done; but I'm happy you came along.
I have memories of a beautiful friendship; but it’s time to set us free. 
So here I am, saying this one last time...
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye.

Where has all the privacy gone?

I am not a very private person. Of course I do have secrets (who doesn’t?); stuff that I’m not too comfortable sharing with everybody. But even then, I must say that I’d rather “share” than “stock”. For someone who’s like an open book, this has been rather unsettling. The way Facebook tracks my every move! You know what I mean, right?

From what I am commenting on to what I’m reading... I’m going straight to the second one—what I’m reading. C’mon now! Why would anybody be interested in what I’m reading, that too on any random site! Ok, Ok, so if I was reading something on Facebook and that comes up in the Tickr (or whatever s*** that is called), I can live with that (I think). But why the hell is Fb stalking me on Yahoo? Now I could be reading on fashion, beauty, lifestyle, kids, relationships, sex, movies, books and whatever the heck, Fb is right there, looking at me with its beady eyes, reporting my “activity” back to my Facebook friends! Get a life, Fb!!!

The funniest thing here is (if you can even call it funny), I get to see that side of a person, I never thought existed. So when a classmate from college, who then looked like she would end up becoming a nun (or take up some such equivalent job), reads “50 things to do sexually before you die”, I sit back…and laugh. And then I get angry. This just isn’t fair, you know. Whatever happened to privacy???

I’m technically weak—what I mean is I’m not sure if I can even turn this option “off”, so that people don’t see the 'sleaze' in me who reads about how get an orgasm or how to look sexier than your best friend (:P). But jeez, this is quite disturbing. Have our social networking needs stooped so low? Makes me wonder how long before a distant relative discovers my deepest, darkest reading habits…sigh :(