Who do we remember

I simply hate it when I can't manage prolonged, consistent abomination for someone/something.

Like in Christina Aguilera, the colour brown, ball-point pens, the occasional Top-40 song, and Friendster.

I recently found an old primary school friend on Friendster, whom I haven't spoken with or seen in 12 years. In primary school, you make friends with the girl you sit next to, or stand in line with. Then all of a sudden, when the high school postings arrive, you find you've forgotten about them as quickly as the people you sit next to on the plane. When I clean out old letters and photos, I often wonder what happened to the boy in kinder who volunteered to stand facing the wall at the back of the class with me. Perhaps because I never again met anyone who would submit himself to punishment as rebellion against injustice. Such pronounced expression at such young age! I've made a pathetic effort at maintaining any form of contact with most schoolmates: a misforunate I attribute to reluctance to be of any inconvenience. Retrieving a derelict friendship is like re-connecting a link to the (almost) forgotten past.

Warm fuzzy factor = 8-1/2

I'm going to bed soon. With some luck I'll finally get through the first chapter of Willl Self's Great Apes. Will need lots of sleep in preparation for my tarty night out - fancy a little dancing?

xx

Posted by e at February 19, 2004 09:24 PM