The funny thing about the past is that it catches up with you. Heck, it catches up with you and bites you in the ass. These days, as I trudge through Blog world, the first thing I look at is whether this new blog I'm reading has links to my past.
You see, I used to date this girl who is an avid blogger. Now it seems that she is quite a popular one as well, and a few of the blogs I've been to have links to her. It dreads me to think that these people know her - and then me. With the fear of reconciliation (and possible embarrasment) looming, I usually scurry along.
Sigh, this is what happens when you date the creative types, and live in Singapore, with its 3 degrees of seperation.
You see, I used to date this girl who is an avid blogger. Now it seems that she is quite a popular one as well, and a few of the blogs I've been to have links to her. It dreads me to think that these people know her - and then me. With the fear of reconciliation (and possible embarrasment) looming, I usually scurry along.
Sigh, this is what happens when you date the creative types, and live in Singapore, with its 3 degrees of seperation.
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