The Social Network

I wonder if people ever thought about what happen to their page if they die out of the blue. There is always a benefit though. At least, when some people are gone, their memories lives on, in the mind and on social networks. Such free will comes in handy. It allows you to choose the person you trust most to help manage your page once you pass on. Your buddy will spread the word, update your status and everyone mourn for you. Far and close.

You should do it now, if you're mortally ill in your dead bed. Or you might be dead when you walk into the kitchen, or when the next second you stand up from your sit. Who knows, right? Do everyone a favor. At least we all know who we are checking out next time.

I find the movie not much. Basically it touches on Mark facing lawsuits combining the process of how he setting up Facebook. Lawsuit, for the most part.

Lemon Tree and Happy Together

I find it hard to let myself embrace decades old tunes. No matter how they have gone down in history, like The Beatles or Bob Dylan. Especially The Beatles. Believe it or not, I have a soft spot for Hey Jude.

I figure maybe I wasn't born during those decades, and it's hard for me to listen to those "vintage genres" for another mere few seconds. I attempted, actually. However, today I found three vintage jams which I fell in love immediately. Lemon Tree by Fools Garden, Happy Together by The Turtles and Elenore.

They are somewhat catchy lines, and Lemon Tree etched pretty deep impression in my head. Probably because of the moving house in it I saw and loved so much when I was little. I heard Happy Together a few times through a short commercial before. I never thought it was an old song then.  Now whenever I listen to it, I get the feeling of bubble gum and the world turns slow motion. Especially I could see people are skipping or running with hair flying up and big smile on every face. In slow motion. Just like in the video.

Anyway, Simple Plan's version is the worse, and worse version I ever listen to. So now let me belt along with my every leap and bound. Slow motion-ly. Laughing. I wish.

Sun Tzu Comes Rescue Me

Date. Time. Location. Names. Stories. Something I learn and to forget one day.

You think that our youngs today are not patriotic. The younger they are, the rebellious they are. Their loves to the land are getting diminishing right steamed up into thin air. I don't think our Father of The Land understand us enough. It's a form of coercion.

We are made to study. To absorb other backgrounds of our land. To be made recognizable who were stronger, who were weaker; who were fighters and who were our foes once. Father of The Land is blaming us in the process of detaching ourselves from our land and him, says we're not appreciative enough, because of other influences invasion. So this has to be done. If we're not good enough about our understanding of land, we won't pass to higher level.

History is no longer relevant to me. Lack of commercial values. We don't need much of the details. It's just time-consuming when people are more engross in making their own history than to going into details of memorizing others Histories, which they are not in.

History is just killing me. I'll never good at it. Makes my eyes grow heavy.

Anesthesia

I'm desperately in need of prescription for bowel management. It's taking a turn for the worse.

My wall is white. Not that white. It got a silver rim clock on it. Time flies by, but I feel like been trapping in the moment for so long. Cabin fever struck. Probably life has been a rut lately. Got me twisted.

My creative juices flow is acting up. Guess it got blocked up by Numbness. So little time. So little ideas. Good news is, I recovered from my headache. Other symptom popped. Numbness straight to the head, straight to the heart. Wondering why I'm not even comatose yet. I'm pretty close. I could really use some accidents right now. Just give me anything but the placebo. So much of the placebo effect.

I learn urban people get more gunk from their noses. Actually blackish and dried when you're outdoor, yellowish and mucky when you're indoor. Maybe it's the air. Someone should have told me about it.

It's a joke. What do you expect?

Into The Wild

With no map and compass. Only heartily strong will and spirit.

I can never get through a man's head who without any plans in life, to live in this world. A man with a goal in mind and heart, to live off in the wild, is beyond my sense of what he is trying to achieve.

We might claim ourselves have an armor of knowledge to survive in this world, but never without plans of achieving our goals. And we might at some point look up to the man's spirit and determination of "you-want-to-do-it-just-go-and-do-it", yet without proper strategies or planning, then you end up being suicidal, that "spirit" is proved plain stupidity and ridiculous.

Even you have the zest, the will and the spirit, it will not get you any farther.

Different Filial Piety

Growing up, I learned what it means to be brothers and sisters.

We never have to worry about pointing out each other flaws and mistakes, keep reminding each other when the other almost trips. Doesn't matter either, if you are an older sister, or younger brother. There is no parts between the flesh and the blood is always thicker than the water.

Sometimes, it is the relationship you share that teaches you. Through fightings and at each other's  throats, you learn to meet halfways, or hold out olive branch to the other. Through my relationship with brothers and sisters, it is surprising how we never hold grudges against one another. Even as old as we all are now.

That is what we need to embrace and feel grateful about.

Secret Rendezvous

Like it never happened since the day we met.

First time I truly feel the connection. Nothing telepathic this time. Spring Fest was in the air. Dan and I both walked down the path. Going to catch some activities. There was music and people were talking. I thought it was lion's dance. Many Chinese were there getting ready for their acts. We were standing there watching. Waiting on their acts and dances to begin. I was standing beside Dan and feeling his height again. He knew, how I always like his frame.

First time I felt his hand. My hand was holding his, the other locked on to his arm. Feels more like hugging it instead of holding it. We both got struck how it never crossed our minds to hold hands since we started the walk back there. Then I saw his smile. He held my hand. After a while, we left because it was nothing much to see. There was a full parade adjacent and people making speeches. We sort of laughing and going to walk through the carpet.

"Where we're going now?" My first words came out to him. "Don't go there. All the people will see us and we'll get embarrassed." I said. "Ok. I don't know where we're going." His first words came back to me. Still holding hands.

There were stalls on the other side and vendors selling knickknacks. While we were strolling along, "Can you see now? I told you. Sellers here never really look out for their stalls. What if they are sitting there at the front, and we steal things back here? They can't even see us back here." I said. And we kept strolling along. Not really looking at knickknacks. I woke up with a smile on my face. I feel like we are still holding hands and keep strolling to the sun.

This time. He was wearing a greenish gray t. I'm sure. I have no idea what I was wearing.

Gone Baby Gone

When you are not capable of doing a better job.

Our young blood come in this world to have a taste of life just like every one of us. Start off purely innocent with inquisitive look on their faces, and still try making sense of the real world we live in, it's hard to believe the ugly side of human when they lay dirty hands on them.

There is no heaven nor place call Utopia for them to live in, or for everyone for that matter. There is only thing called commitment in making the world a better place and through human efforts to fulfill their needs with means which only god approves. 

We keep them save from being lost in the real world in our best effort we are capable of.

Stage 1 Plus Mind Games

No, no, no. You're seeing it wrong. It's not the beginning. It's the final stage.

Mine is taking a nose deep dive. If I should compare, mine has been worse than Romeo and Juliet.

I can sense the vibe. The unspoken energy, becoming stronger. The pattern is coming out, I see it as going backwards.

I made a laugh about it. We should make a laugh about it.

It's about time, somebody, anybody, is going to crap out.

It Started Off As A Sudden Headache In The Classroom

Why the sudden?

I spent 3 hours trying to get my power nap after a whole day of thinking. To ward off this mighty headache.

Only to find I ended up thinking about life again. About the people around me. The way they treat each other, the way they treat themselves, the way they treat us.

A let down.

And I'm still feeding my gray matter with full of ideas. Full of randoms. Full of distractions. Then I realized it's the pressure causing the headache. If I don't halt it now, I'm afraid it might just bursts. Inflicted nervous breakdown.

I wish I could help them. So I could help myself.

180 Degree Vow

Sitting here for more than two months has not done any good favor for the body and soul. My flesh has almost stiffen up. It almost hard for me to get to the 180-degree bend down to my toe.

Sedentary is not always a good thing to live with, nor a couch potato.

5 to 10 minutes everyday for a head-to-toe (or feet) stretch is an ideal way to go for the sedentary folks. Everybody get to feel that mere few minutes blood rush, heart beat plus a few drops of sweat won't do any harm.

Just remember when to drop the tube and shake that booty!

Where The Wild Things Are

Wish I could be like this.

I feel I had never been the real me. She is there, but is caged. The real me is crying to come out freely.

I think, just like in the picture, to dig out the real me and feel free, is just simply to scream out loud. Or step up and dance freely.

Dance works better for me.

The wild spot. There is one in all of us. Whichever it is.

The Lost Soul

Been a very good friend. A good friend of mine.

Together we built houses. Always went for an adventure. Played games we never played.  Exchanged little secrets you and I. Pulled each other legs whenever we had the chance.

A bigger missy now. Paving your own path. Going places without me.

Hope you find your destiny. Be who you want to be. Passionate in pursuing your goal.

Stop whining and keep on searching. Until then, hope we meet again.