Before I fall asleep, it occurs to me that life consists of days like this. Points that in the end, if we have been fortunate, connect a line. That they can also fall apart into a meaningless pile of spent time, that only a continuous unswerving effort gives a meaning to the small units of time in which we live.

Christa Wolf, One Day a Year

Hugs and Kisses also known as Love and Kisses is a term for a sequence of the letters X and O, e.g. XOXO, typically used to express affection or good friendship at the end of a written letter or email. [1] [2] [3] [4]

It is debatable which letter represents which act. One interpretation assumes that X represents the four lips of a kiss and O the four arms of a hug. For example, the Oxford English Dictionary states that X is "used to represent a kiss, esp. in the subscription to a letter."[5] Another interpretation assumes X as the crossed arms of a hug and O as the puckered lips of a kiss,[citation needed] as the order is normally spoken "Hugs and Kisses" which would correspond to the order that the x's and o's are written. Additionally, there is a another interpretation, based on the pronunciation of the letters X (sounds like 'kiss') and O (sounds like 'hold', as in 'I hold you').

[Note: The following paragraph seems to draw upon customs in a certain part of the (ancient) world for its interpretation of XOXO. It does not, however, state this explicitly.]

The use of XOXO goes back to the use of an X or cross, which was considered as good as a sworn oath in times before most people could write and therefore used the X in the same way a signature is used today — a mark of one's word. An X at the end of a letter or document was often kissed as a seal of honesty, in much the same way one would kiss a Bible or kiss the fingers after making the sign of the Christian cross. Thus the X came to represent a kiss in modern times.[citation needed]

The origins of the O as a hug are not generally known, although it is speculated that it may represent the arms wrapped around someone being hugged. 
*from Wiki 

It's terrible to want something and not to have it. Ah, but then to know that it's within your grasp.
-The Tale of the Body Thief, Anne Rice

We can never establish with certainty what part of our relations with others is the result of our emotions – love, antipathy, charity or malice – and what is predetermined by the constant powerplay among individuals.

- The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera

Today Pineapple comments, "Mahilig ka talaga magNet noh?" with a mocking stare, as if trying (and failing miserably) to understand my need to be glued to the PC while simultaneously working my boring desk job.

I hesitate to answer, because for one, I ask myself how do I begin to answer such skepticism from someone who cannot learn Photoshop on her own and may not know the existence (and thus, the value) of Wikipedia, Google or BitTorrent? --,

Maygad. So I just shut up and nod, affirming that, indeed I would spend a considerable amount of my time Googling something random and finding out that Susan Sontag has written a book about the "predatory nature" of photography. For such a long time I thought everyone appreciated this art form and what it contributes to society (of course, more than its aesthetic implications) and not once, did I think of it as anything remotely related to a predatory nature. 

Perhaps Pineapple may not see the need to be connected to the Web every single day because she may not care much about any of those things I deem would delight any self-confessed web addict or anyone who may feel incomplete without logging on to *insert website of choice here*. 

As for me, I have all the reasons to surf. So Pineapple, get away from me.  

Destruction, in SANDMAN #48: "Journey's End"