Isn't it odd that one's friends should think that they know one better through following one's diary entries posted on this webpage, instead of the usual/normal/natural/old-fashioned ways of seeing each other and talking in person?



I've always been a big fan of "coffee shop meeting" with friends, much more than I am of chatting on the phone.
Of course in various situations I always end up talking on the phone a lot, but going out with friends and chit-chatting over the coffee table has always been preferred.

Now, why am I suddenly interested in this dull introspection into one's socialising and bonding habits?
There was this incident.
Someone sent me a nasty email, which ended in a few words expressing her belief that whatever I have to tell won't be more painful to tell than those already told.

And I was offended.
Yes, I took it most personally, and have resolved not to speak with her.
Not for ever, but certainly not for a while.

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My reflections on the film "Talk of Angels" was deleted quite a while ago, and I honestly can't remember why I did so.
However, it accidentally came my way the other day, so I took some time to read and edit the rather lengthy prose, after consideration on its re-emergence on the web.

What was interesting, though, is that in the process I felt enlightened by my younger self, when the following words appeared.
These might just be the answers I was waiting for:


Dear friends, however, let me plead for your taciturnity:
Assume nothing,
ask nothing,
say nothing,
and if you could,
remember nothing.

Please.