Rollercoaster Ride

1. I find it funny that Friendster has separate spaces for "I am friends with" and "I am a fan of". I think those two relationships actually occupy the same space in our lives.

True friends are always fans of each other. And fans become friends. There are people I never knew until they quoted my works and recounted their favorite pieces. I never fully realize the impact I’ve had on anyone until I hear of his ravings from a third person, or meet people who say "XXX always talks about you." Feedback is great, but the best kinds are from third persons who share "He emailed me and said you are the sweetest girl he knows in the city." Other times, I get those emails of "thanks for introducing."

JP, Glenn and  Mike are helping design my book. They’re all excited, and with them, I’ve had many e-mails, drinks, Korean dinners and visits to Barnes and Noble. It’s definitely great to know that like they say, while I am quietly writing at home, they got my back (and my book) even as they’re walking to work, taking a shower or falling asleep.

While B’s said that he’s never had a bad day in his life, I’ve never met a "bad" person in New York. I like everyone I meet here.There’s always something to like about each person.  Because to me, contrary to what NY folks are like to most people’s minds, New York is full of genuine, fun people who are very open to expressing their feelings and fondness of you (and vice versa). I used to squirm with every I love you or I miss you said in every possible way, through every possible means and in every possible opportunity, through both words and gestures. There are people in the world who think the world of us, and sometimes they’re in same city, in the same circle. And I’ve been lucky to be right in the middle of midtown.

So in NY, don’t dare to ask what the person in front you does if you don’t want to be totally blown away. Other times, as they tell their boyfriends, to them, we are also whiffs of fresh air.

2. Friendster also "tries hard" to really "check" if you "really are friends with XXX." Our hearts skip a beat and our brains are challenged for a second to remember the last names or email addresses of our so-called friends.

Knowledge of last names is not proof enough. I think that the degree of closeness from bottom to top is: Friendsters, acquiantances, friends, family and best friends. So if I ever meet an accident and people wonder what I really wanted to do in my life, or what can be found deep in my heart, or my closet, the following would have the best clues: Christie, Troi, JP, Paul and Pam (mostly because of the 200 questions she honestly asks and I honestly answer - in her apt or mine).

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