Hello Happyland, tell me how I’m doing. Tell me Happyland, how omnipotent are you? Because I’m beginning to feel a lot like I’m reduced to Gollum the creepy hellion sitting in my office furniture sucked in your beautiful world everyday all day long. In fact I think it’s a perfect world. My prrrrecious! I really don’t mind you connecting me , free of charge and always will be, with the people in my life and feeding me more of the good stuffs that I could chew. After all that’s what Happyland is all about, sharing niceties, pleasantries, and all the fun fun fun we could collectively commit to adorn your very wall.
I used to be an active nine-to-fiver, busy as a beaver. Used to dig the internet only for surfing. But now, I only have so much time for your idyllic place. You have all the cool features that really made you a phenomena! But what really sets me off the ground is when you pop up those itty-bitty bright red boxes, notifying me that I’m in for something good. Acclamations. Affirmations. Recognitions. How else can I have a brighter day than when my amour-propre’s on a natural high? You see, I’m not really into more people. But it amuses me no end when more of them wants to know more about me, when they crack me up with their silly tidings, or when they care to respond each time I require their attention. “Attention”, isn’t this a global deficiency these days? When people all over the world spend over 500 billion minutes per month on your blissful site just to get noticed, Happyland you must be the antidote.
On my last count, I’m hooked up to a handful of people in my life who never fail to keep me glued to my four-cornered LCD. In return, I give them my best face forward. No, not my avatar. My A-Ok self that is, in conformity to my social network connections and at the soonest real-time possible. To keep the “happy” cycle spinning. It’s really not that complicated. A simple “What’s Up” or that three-letter word “LOL” for starters could go a long long way. Just don’t remind me about tasks and obligations and deadlines because I just don’t have the room and the time for them anymore. And time, oh yes , those precious sands. It’s not really that wasted when I start, spend and end my day in Happyland, isn’t it?
Did it ever occurred to me that something’s amiss? When 500 million users seem so right, how could I possibly be wrong..