Parasites

Has anyone seen/heard Utada Hikaru's English song, Easy Breezy?...brrr...so MTV-ish. Bad. But still, am listening to her Deep River album right now with Final Distance. It's charming how she blends English into the Japanese lyrics.

Notice how I don't blog during the weekends? It's because weekends are precious. I did not work on the new ROMB page. Too many distractions. Happy and unhappy ones. Marathon-gamed until I got this huge whopping headache. I deserve what I get. And to think I'm actually considering a Nokia N-Gage QD. I'm getting obsessed.

During lunch today, i chatted with Pin a bit. Talked about her life as a divorced child. It's incredible how independent and strong people get when they're left to fend for themselves. No such things as alimonies in those days. When your husband gets tired of you and decides to give you the boot, you're out on the streets. Pin and her mom (now in her 60s) live 2 hours apart. Her mom cycles around, does nothing much at home, doesn't watch tv, no hobbies really, and I could only imagine the loneliness she goes through. Sometimes I think as married people approach old age, they have this morbid hope to be the one to die first. My grandmother often complains how my late grandpa is luckier than her, getting to die first without going through the loneliness. Just like having your heart broken all over again at old age.

People can't help placing hopes in other people, creating a mess of pseudo-parasitical dependencies; which gives the impression that one could not survive well without the existence of another. It's just so ... human. People foolishly relying on each other to make life meaningful. I wonder sometimes if I can survive this world if everybody else died.

Oh man, what the frick. I don't feel like sweating it out on the treadmill while strapped to MTV today. I'll just go back and sleep.