The power of social networks is amazing. Let's just leave it at that. 'Guanxi' is not only relevant in China, but also applies to other countries as well.
Anyway, wouldn't it be cool if every person makes it a point to talk to just a single other person on the public transport? Well, I should probably start first, by giving this initiative a name - let's say, Talk Together (T.T) - and then trying it out for myself and giving others hand-drawn namecards. I may even be able to turn it into a money-spinner by selling the idea to the MRT dudes and doodads! Hohohoho. Just kidding. See, even my sentence structure has been oh-so-carefully crafted to make it seme like I regressed back into Secondary One. And if guys' brains mature later than girls' brains, how mentally old is a Sec One kid? Hmm. I recall being unable to recall much earlier than circa primary three but at least I was past my suicidal kiddy stage in lower sec, before I became emo for some strange reason in upper sec. Now I'm relatively happy (the sort of happiness that the not-so-smart enjoy, e.g. playing not-so-smart handphone games, reading manga and not reflecting on it) but with pretty low self esteem.
Anyway away from the deviation and trying to get back to a serious mode.
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I forgot.
:D
Perhaps I have early-onset Alzheimer's.
This is a pretty scary thing because even the younger patients tend to be in their thirties.
Now I have coincidentally been listening to iTunes U lectures on Alzheimer's and it turns out to be a pretty fascinating subject. And anyway the hippocampus starts shrinking about 10-12 years before diagnosis so the brain is able to redirect and maintain cognitive function for quite a long time. Impressive.
But then again, my memory has always been characteristically bad, so I'll only start to really worry when I lose track of entire conversations. Currently it's more like I forget about washing the dishes a few tens of minutes after I tell myself to do them. I'm not hopeless yet... right?
Anyway, I have no idea what I just did apart from rattling on and on about an eclectic mix of my life. Prattling is actually pretty fun, but serves almost no point. We'll see how the next post fares.
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