Cathy’s random thoughts.. about life, rants, technologies, and really, random stuff
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This blogger is rather funny…
All the questionnaires and product registrations you fill in are sorted like this:
- 0-10
- 11-16
- 17-24
- 25-34
- etc.
*cries*
Something ticks here… Hello my friend – finally I feel like I am an adult… it is very weird…. :s
Life is full of moments of unawareness. We evolved into beings of omission so that we can move on with life. If we notice all the shapes, colours, scents, noise, we will have sensory overload hence we have developed mechanisms to screen through the sensations, leaving an apparently arbitrary but actually sophisticated system of sensation.
This system allows us to take people for granted, like our best friends, parents or siblings. Remember how it is like to sit back, relax, and think of what you are doing with your life? I am not a big fan of Jamie Cullum but his song twentysomething hits me at the right spot.
After years of expensive education
A car full of books and anticipation
I’m an expert on Shakespeare and that’s a hell of a lot
But the world don’t need scholars as much as I thought
Maybe ill go travelling for a year
Finding myself or start a career
I could work for the poor though I’m hungry for fame
We all seem so different but we’re just the same
I remember one of my great friends telling me life did not sink in until she was thirty, whatever she meant, her tone was largely positive. The main difference between her twenties and my twenties (incidentally twenty years apart) would be how much more popular it is for my generation to have our virtual footprints floating around in the internet sphere, and I can foresee an overlap of non-synchronous twenties communicating. How amazing is that? When my daughter’s (if I have one) generation grow up they might still be able to access their moms’ websites or blogs, almost like rediscovering the diary of a grandmother. Except your conceptualisation of your parents are replaced by vividly dancing 1s and 0s.
The internet can be frighteningly honest sometimes, only if you allow it to be.
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