the sense of smell is always the most unforgettable thing in a piece of memory,
a piece of forgotten memory would be revolved (or provoked?) by a tiny
drop of smell

"the part of the brain which controls memories connects the part
which controls the sense of smell"
:) here it is, the scientific (non-romantic) explaination

that's what i hate ( love? :s) about science
giving a simple explaination for some complicated feelings
giving a rational answer for something irrational
damn...

it's kind of frustrating sometimes, though
when just a tiny tiny tiny bit of that piece of memory has revolved
but i can't remember the whole story

that actually isn't what i was going to write
i got distracted by a sudden smell

i went to my grandma's place the other day
which is in the countryside and my mon's childhood
my mom and i were taking this mini-bus going to town while other
people were playing majiang at my grandma's house
she pointed to the driver and said, "he's been driving the same
route since i was a child."
 my mom is 48

i was so glad to hear that
something doesn't change
glad enough to write a blog

that's what i was going to say :p

"i don't like seeing people being lonely." C said, "you were lonely."

No no no, i was alone, not lonely

being with others is good

but being alone is good, too.

i like both

being lonely is... not being able to feel comfortable calling any body in your phone book

that's my definition of being lonely

 

And, Fox,

your july 7th diary

made me worried

so

" thank you :)

but don't let that be the case

yet"

hey the biggest angel ever,

please don't worry about me

i'll take care of myself

you should be relaxed now

love, ginny