So, i wanna know

On the way home, I was wondering is it true for most people that the more they see of a person, the increased likelihood that they will like them? Assuming that this person does get to your nerves at times, does it mean that the prolonged exposure to the person will make you more accepting to that very thing that peeves you? More accepting to the very idiosyncratic side, and love it as a unique quirk? More often than not, friendships blossom either because the person peeves you off bigtime, or the person just manages to ignite every little button in you. Either or, some semblance of heightened emotion is incited. Be it generic pissing or goodwill loving. It generates interest and makes you want to know the person more.

I suppose it is better to fall on the ends of the spectrum, albeit not too much on the dislike side(haha). The worst feeling to get from someone is indifference. That's a bit ironic, considering you don't feel anything from being indifferent. It's being totally off the person's radar, and whatever done by one person does not have any impact on the other. Isnt that sad? Just so stagnant. Better off disliked right? I heard from somewhere that a love for another person is stronger if hate preceeded that love, as compared to loving all down the road. Maybe because that person has already fired up both polar opposites of emotions within. This explains my fear of being an Indifferent to someone i care about. It hasn't happened to me, (and i'm not trying to tempt fate by saying so), but just the thought of it is enough to make me shun from treading far before i see any reciprocation. That would be a really nasty joke to happen to anyone really. Maybe it is this fear that makes people draws a imaginery buffer inside, bubble yourself up in this happy halo. So nothing gets to you and nothing stirs up the dragon within. Something like reservoired emotions, stored in that stagnanted pool of a stasis.

Anyways, did it occur to you that women are self-contradictary? Haha, and girls say they want sweet decent guys. But the truth to that is really suspect. Its just a case of Bridget Jones. Between nicebutboring Darcy and badassed Cleaver, bastard Cleaver wins handsdown. Then its goodguy Darcy that saves the day only to have Bridget run back to Cleaver. =)

Did a mental count of the friends i could genuinely say i knew. Not too many, but for some i see it going far down the road. There is comfort in that knowlegde. There were a whole lot of random thoughts as usual. Thoughts that spins off as random as ipod on shuffle mode. Spins off faster than what i can remember and keep them here at blogspot. From short-term memory i recalled thinking of..

1) Sb's retro themed bday party

2) How many days to the first exam

3) The two last projs to deal with

4) Shall i run today?

5) Is civil engineering really dying?

6) What time is my bro coming home.

7) Is Richard marx related to Karl marx.

The last one was utterly random, all because "right here waiting" was on the ipod and somehow that led to communist manifestos cause PAP's elections are coming???

So random.