I want to be you, but..

Whenever I log on to friendster, I'm often overcome with nostalgia.
My list consists of people I hold close to my heart, there are those who I have not seen or spoken to since I left high school 10 years ago, a couple even from the primary school days. (Gawd, how long ago was that?)

Everytime I browse through the profiles, images from back then flash before my eyes. Most of us were never close, brought together only by the fact that we came from a very close knit all girls school, where we knew the names and faces of almost everyone in the same cohort or we were simply surviving life in a foreign country.

I have a tendency to piece stories of the lives they are leading, wherever they are, whatever they are doing. Perhaps it's the case of the grass is always greener on the other side - the simplicity of my woven stories, leaving out the intricacies and complications that life often posses.

I want to be you, but only by my rules.