Two Eyes Looking Over My Shoulder

I have two eyes looking over my shoulder. They belong to Jian Lin.

It happens that these two eyes almost always manage to find themselves onto the stool behind me. Always when I am using the computer for something other than school. Two eyes that must shooed away and, even then, will come back.

Two eyes looking over my shoulder while I am chatting, blogging, and gaming. It appears the owner of these two eyes does not enjoy using the computer so much as watching me use the computer.

Two eyes and a mouth to report back on what I did, who I chatted with, and what I said. What did I play? How long? Shoo! Shoo! Away the two eyes go, back they come.

These two eyes, I suspect, hide a bored brain. Or maybe a brain that finds more pleasure in watching others than taking part herself. It must be pleasure. Certainly there can't be more meaning. Or maybe this person is just like that. Goodness, some people are.

"I smell feeesh! I smell feeesh."

Away go the two eyes to look over a different shoulder. To look over my mom's into a frying pan. Back come the two eyes.

And then the mouth gets restless and starts to sing.

"Two eyes looking over my shoulder. Two eyes looking over my shoulder."

The hands join in the fun and start to beat to tune on my shoulders.

There are two eyes looking over my shoulder, they certainly belong to Jian Lin.

Cruelty, Be Kind

Slap. Turns other cheek.

Slap. Turns other cheek.

Slap. Turns other cheek.

To slap someone three times when they have done hardly anything to offend you is hardly something I would consider clever, witty, brave, marvelous, or satisfying.

Especially when that other person is offering his cheeks.

Die! Die! Die!

Life is totally pointless in the long run. That was agreed. News today, gone tomorrow

What you do will be washed away by time. It may take thousands of years but time will eventually eat up everything.

This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.

In 200 years, there will be nothing left to mark our existence but a tombstone decaying, probably flowerless. Our names will disappear from memory. It doesn't matter what you do, you will eventually be forgotten and cast into the shadows where the dead roam.

Resign yourself to the fact that nothing you do matters. We are like gusts of wind. We blow, make ourselves felt, and are forgotten tomorrow.


Maybe, we might be dug up and put into a museum to be stared at for centuries. But, that's as far as you can hope.

Spellbound

Bourne Ultimatum is brilliant. So brilliant that I ended up clapping and laughing like everyone else.

Go watch it.

Seeing Both Sides

We are seeing two different sides of the same thing.

A profound statement that almost always manages to quell disagreements and smother anger. Whichever way you look at it, we're almost always arguing for different sides of the same thing.

Creation, such a juicy, dangerous topic. How were we created? Big Bang? Divine intervention? Round and round the bush we go. The logically gifted scoff at God. The spiritually enlightened scoff at science. Round and round the bush we go.

I am someone who believes in and has a decent knowledge of science. I am also someone who believes that God created the world, the stars, the universe.

What I find interesting is that I can argue, and I often do, for both sides. Arguing for the sake of arguing. That's the problem. My problem.

Phshaw!

"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing."

We were to share a ridiculous, amazing, humorous experience in our life. So many times this question has been asked, and so many times I come up with one of the most ridiculous, amazing, humorous story. It isn't even always the same story. Almost every time I tell a new one.

I don't go out looking for these experiences. They happen to me. Almost all of us have, at one point in our lives, gone running in parks. Yet not many would have suddenly found themselves facing a baby cobra.

Helen Keller said the above quote, and I find it fits me, especially the part about daring adventure. To many people I have asked, the weirdest things that have happened to them involve bruises or throwing up.

Many more people say they don''t want these things to happen to them. They are happy to live normal, fulfilling lives. Others say that no such things happen to them. I actually welcome these experiences.

The bizarre, the amazing, even the ordinary turned extraordinary. I look at life as a big joke. Like a clown walking around in too-big-shoes, I see the world in a way few others do. I will do the mad. Hell, I have said hello and shook hands with people I don't know based on dares.

Based just on dares, there are so many things I have done.

I am willing to try anything. I don't shun opportunities because they are unusual. And that has made all the difference.

Crowd Control

We went for a camp in FRIM, all of the EYAA group would be there and I was looking forward to it. One night together with little to do, the prelude to Maxwell Hill 2. Truly, I didn't enjoy it too much.

I enjoyed myself, but only just. I found the camp tiring and exasperating, even as I had a grin plastered over my face. I hid my disappointment well, my mom thought I was having the time of my life. I assume that most others thought the same.

I didn't enjoy myself because, no matter where we went, we were followed by practically all the non adults. It was extremely tiring to have the horde following us everywhere. Because most of the prominent characters are in the EYAA group, and people tend to follow the prominent characters, we were followed everywhere.

It got so tiring that a few of us tried to sneak away to the tent, we hadn't even put on our slippers before everyone was putting on their shoes as well.

The night was the only time when we were truly by ourselves. Five of us slept in the main hall and all five of us said that we enjoyed that time at night the most. We played Pac Man with torchlights, scared ourselves silly with ghost impersonations, and talked about topics as random as DOTA and fainting.

I don't mind the company of the rest, it just got tiring to have them around all the time.

Crowds scare me.