but for a moment

i was thinking about friends... all the way to the shower and back.
inspired by facebook yes. in the midst of doing my lab report.
i wonder. if there this 'collector's culture'. perhaps we collect friends like we collect magic cards... or hobbies... or grades (how singaporean)... perhaps you'd look at your facebook wall... and look at mine - and go "wow you have [insert some number here] friends"

everytime on facebook. i stare at the multitude of people i have there who are labelled as friends. and realise that i know almost nothing at all about their lives. most are people whose lives have merely brushed mine - but for a moment. perhaps we were thrown together by the school system, perhaps we met in some corridor... all the same. 'hi, my name is...' and a relationship begins.

times like this i stop and wonder... what has happened to you - friend - that i used to talk to every single day. where are you now. what are you doing. more importantly, how are you doing? but i can only concern myself with the here and now. this lab report. this person i'm gonna hang out with. this person talking to me.

and not even that sometimes... most times. there's this huge number of people i've gotten to know in uni here in london - narrow it down to the singaporeans - narrow it even further to the singaporeans in IH... and still i'm not in contact.

times like this i wonder. how many of these new relationships i'm making will last. too independent... too much a loner... too comfortable with myself.

even so.


... but for that moment... when my life brushes yours

i hope to have made a difference