wen: Hehe duibuqi, I also lurk offline quite a bit...sian to go online lor, no one talks to me. -sighs-
dongni: Yeah, wanna walk around with horde of people too. Meh. -sighs- Ah well, my laptop is my constant friend..XD
We often spend so much time thinking about what we want from others, what they want from us, that we neglect what has already been given, and what we offer.
Such mundane things - a desperate smile during a hard situation; a tweak of the cheek as a reminder not to be so serious all the time; a kiss of farewell.
Every single action of ours affects someone in some way, be it conscious or unconscious. There could be a network LAN when it comes to human minds...there could not. Yet, irrevocably, I believe we are all linked.

It is, however, the tangible links, the everyday links, that we should nourish and treasure. Part of me is agonised that so many of the friendships I make are so ephemeral. Reading a log of a conversation recorded over a year ago, I realise it seems so much like I am pushing the conversation. Have humans always been so isolated, or is this the result of cynicism, circumstances, technology, the blamed catchphrase of the moment? I haven't spoken to that person for about the same period of time, now. It makes me remember that I barely have contact with a person I'd talked to for quite long at the start of this year with, now. And when being friends in the future (for something..birthday party or something) was mentioned, I quite absently said, "We might not be as good friends then.." --> On right - my "meh" reaction to it all.
In any case, life recently has been alright. I still rush home most days to pick up my brother - I still don't have much of a social life. But I'm reasonably happy with who I know. (I can't say I'm happy with the school syllabus -- it's too shallow, and lectures seem quite useless.) A lot happier with some than with others.
The person whom I've pretty much kept in (very) consistent contact since SG is my neesan. Thank you, neesan, for being there, for being a great friend, you wonderful person, you. And also thank you for confusing me all the time, for being punny, for being 20 (haha! ;)), for "matchmaking" me (I'm still considering this. XD But will thank you first and retract later if I regret it.), for leveling, mutual friends, fun ft, skype, msn, sharing fluffy pillow (text version). So many things - so many funny memories. Please try not to call your imouto hentai so often? The term is "knowledgeable", dear! ;)
Heh, I have no intention of not keeping in contact with my neesan anymore, but just thought I'd say it. It's good to appreciate those you're close to, once in a while.
Like I was asking...is it possible for feelings to be induced, memories, fabricated? I'm talking about complex feelings comprising various more basic ones - fear, anger, sadness, happiness. Say, jealousy, or love. If someone suggests the basic feelings often enough, and tweaks circumstances so they fall right in, could someone actually fall in love with someone else?
Anyone who watched Amelie (Le Fabuleux Destin de Amelie Poulain?) should remember the matchmaking between Georgette and PsychoCassetteRecorderMan Amelie indulged in. While this (predictably) didn't last, at least we were treated to a rather entertaining ahem scene. But the fact remains that they seemed to have sparks for a time. So IS it possible? Would it never last? Or would it help/force the parties involved to actually build a real love?
In terms of memories, when I look at childhood photos, my mind is frequently a blank. I simply do not remember having been in those places, those situations. So if someone photoshopped me in, would I know any different? If I saw it many times, and became enamoured of it, (and someone told me a lot about it) would I think I had actually been in that place?
Gah, I tried to look for photos to put in here, but since I'm not actually talking about anything...tough. XD Perhaps next time. There's karaoke on Tuesday, and with luck, I'm going to see. Shall see if anything interesting happens.
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