Smile

Today I was walking down the street. I saw an old lady, and I waved and smiled at her. She waved and smiled back. Felt good; just a smile can improve your mood so much. So for tomorrow, just share a smile, its the least you can do. =)

GOOD LUCK. NOT.

Yay, another entry. Once again, it's been a while. This time around, I'd like to write about luck and superstitions. Why do they exist? I mean, do they even work? It's kind of like a religion, really. A lot of people are superstitious, I guess they believe in luck. Even if you say you're not superstitious, subconsciously, you probably are. Maybe you had a good day, and you were wearing a particular shirt. The next time around, when you are wearing that same shirt, you are probably hoping that it will be a good day because you are wearing it. How did superstitions even start? Maybe it was started by some power-hungry guy who wanted everyone to believe him. So he started making up random crap, kind of like what I'm doing right now. Or maybe some guy had a really, really terrible day. He saw a black cat, and then a guy stole all his money. And then black cats were unlucky charms. Really, it's the black cat that's having the bad day. It's just going about its business, and then, suddenly, EVERYONE HATES IT. Like, WTH?!? Black cats are probably the saddest animals on earth, in my opinion. No one wants to be friends with the black cat. If the black cat made an account on Facebook, no one would send it a friend request. If it made a Twitter account, no followers. Nope. Not one. The next time you see a black cat, think about how its life is, and how people probably kick it and spit on it and do stupid crap to it. THINK ABOUT IT. =]

Revenge of the Mannequins!

BAM! I'm back...it's been too long. Anyway,
Mannequins. Those darn mannequins. These last couple weeks, I keep mistaking people for mannequins and mannequins for people. It's really really confusing. People just standing still. I think they're mannequins, but they are actual people! Imagine that! :D At Metrotown today, I was walking by a store, and they had a real person as a mannequin. Except she was so still, I thought she was a mannequin, just a really nice one. But then when I walked past again, she freaking MOVED. Scared the crap out of me. You know what, I don't think we need to be afraid of zombies or robots taking over the world someday. I think it'll be the mannequins. They just blend in among us, camouflaging in the background. Plus, have you seen the shapes of those mannequins? They have the best bodies ever (and the awesomest clothes)! Some of those male mannequins are absolutely ripped! So they'll take over the world, and look good doing it. But don't worry, this is just a theory. For now. They don't know I'm onto them yet. Let's keep this on the down low for now, and when mannequins actually start taking over, we can say, "I TOLD YOU SO!"

Don't Worry....Be Happy! :)

Hey you. Read this. NOW! I'm back! Yahoo! So this entry probably isn't going to be anywhere near as long as the last one, but it is equally as important. :S It's about worrying. WORRYING?!? Worrying in general. Worrying about death, life, fear, sidewalk cracks, worry itself. To gain further insight on the topic of worrying, I had to consult my best friend ever (Wikipedia). It says, "Worry is the state of engaging in chains of thoughts and images of a negative and an uncontrollable nature in which mental attempts are made to avoid anticipated potential threats."
So in regular speak, I translate that as thoughts and pictures of things going very, very badly. Why do we worry? Do we worry because we are scared? Because we are pessimistic? Because we are paranoid? Maybe it's because we've been hurt. Hurt too many times. But things don't always have to go badly. I think worrying is half the bad, if that makes any sense. You're outting a restrain on yourself. You are telling yourself, I can't do this, I can't do that. You won't know until it happens. People who don't worry are the people who are truly free. There's no need to worry. But it's so hard not to. Automatically, you think, What if this happens? What about this? It's so hard to control. If you're worrying about a test, worry won't make you do better. It won't make you think better. Even the Bible tells us not to worry so much. Matthew 6:27-29 "Can all your worries add a single moment to your life? Proverbs 12:25 Worry weighs a person down; an encouraging word cheers a person up. So here's an encouraging word: Pick yourself up! Go out and do something! Trust me, if you put your heart into anything, you can do it! :D

Random Thoughts/Crap.

HELLO. Dang, I haven't written in a while. Anyway, this blog entry was only written because I was bored, so yeah. It's about some things that I was thinking about that don't mean anything at all. Enjoy.

"Step on a crack, break your mother's back."
HAH! I remember this. I remember when I was just a kid, and whenever I would be on the sidewalk, I would say this. And NEVER, EVER, step on the cracks. Sometimes I did, you know, just for fun. It made me feel adventurous, like I had some sort of power or authority. To break people's backs. :D I thought of this because I realized that, subconsciously, sometimes I do avoid the cracks or grooves in the sidewalk, out of habit. I don't know why. It's just something that I do. This leads me to wonder about the origin of the above term. I know, it's probably just from some kid who was playing around. But what if it wasn't? What if it was about something that happened long ago? Maybe a long long time, centuries ago, a crack opened up in the earth and swallowed up hundreds of people. Maybe this was a warning from a bitter man who had lost his mother. Maybe humans have a natural aversion to cracks. Maybe true, maybe not. Either way, I still avoid cracks every now and then.

I always imagined that each person had an invisible life counter. Like a little clock that's above your head and it shows how much longer you will live. To the second. And if say, you took a puff of a cigarette, the time on your counter ticked just a little faster. If you started eating healthier, maybe that clock would tick a little slower. I always thought that would be cool. You know, if this really did exist, I'm sure people would have better habits. They would never smoke, or drink, or do drugs. But I guess it would cause a lot of paranoia too. Especially if some freak accident is about to happen. Maybe something changes in the future. Maybe your life counter drops down to 3 hours. Then what? Maybe you'll do something radical. Maybe, just maybe, you will do something in those three hours that surprises everyone. Cause you know you will die. So you try to live out your life as best you can. I think this could bring out the best, and the worst, in people. Just something to think about.

I was also thinking about the future. What it would be like. Back then, I remember they made movies about times like now. The 2000's. And it was all futuristic and spacey. And we could fly and had weird clothing. And you look outside, and see that really? We haven't gotten that far. Maybe some technological advances. But nothing major. Life changing. No human-like robots, no cool flying devices. No life counters. Essentially, we live our lives the same as people would 40 years ago. Go to school, do good things, go to university, get a degree, get a job, be successful, get married, have kids. The same goals, the same dreams. I just think we reach a little too high. Dream a little too far. What is it about the future that excites us so much, anyway? Both the near future and the distant future. The near future, because we don't know what will happen, because we have so much power now to decide what will happen. The distant future, also because we don't know, but because we can dream. And maybe if we believe and work hard enough, it'll all come together.

Last thought. Maybe the most important one. About the outside. About beauty. Why has it been so important? Why does appearance impact our lives so much? Is it implanted in our minds, that if something looks better, it is better? Because that is clearly not the case. We know that. We know we shouldn't base our opinions of people, or things, on what they look like. But we do. We can't help it. Maybe it was built in us. Why do we admire the beautiful movie stars, the celebrities, when it's the people around us that are truly an important part of our lives? I guess it started long ago. Even in the Bible. The story of Samson and Delilah. Samson was so lustful of Delilah and her beauty that he disobeyed God. It cost him his life. We naturally gravitate towards the pretty things. That's the goal of some people. To collect as many pretty things as possible. Whether it be people around them or material objects. If it looks nice, somehow, that makes it valuable. Sometimes it's the smaller, less attractive things that truly affect us. I think if we can step back from the values of the world, we can truly become better people.

Maybe, just maybe, when I'm all old and ugly, in the future I'll look back on this, and cracks will have swallowed up half the earth, and my life counter will be slowly ticking down, and my grandchildren will be going to school and going through the same things I'm going through now, I will realize that these random thoughts, this crap, really does mean something. ;)

H.

H. H is seen on street signs. H represents something. It could represent humanity, health, happiness. But it does not. It it a sign for the hospital. The hospital is one of the most depressing places on earth. Maybe you would disagree. Many would think it would be a funeral or a cemetery. Places where death has arrived. But I say it's the hospital. I went to the hospital to visit my great-grandma. As soon as I stepped in through the automatic doors, the building's nostalgic scent surrounded me. It smelled of older times, better times. Times already gone and passed. Times never to be had again. It almost sucks the hope out of you. That you begin to think, this is it. I'm never leaving this place ever again. TCU. The transitional care unit. A place where the older people live, waiting. Just waiting. Waiting is the greatest pain of all. What are they waiting for? For hope? For the so called golden years? The walls are bland. Even the attempts at decorating do nothing to infuse energy into a dull place. Time almost stops here. It travels at a leisurely pace, moving with its own clock. Every minute crawls by, every hour. Living with strangers, strangers suffering fates similar to yours. Their eyes, they penetrate your soul. Those empty eyes. They see despair, poorly disguised. There is a man. A man who yells. He yells something inaudible, does it every few seconds. No one understands. No one stops him. What is he yelling for? For freedom? For something? Anything? I believe the day the man stops yelling is the day his life ends. Life. This is the end. It stops here.

Important Issues: Hand Dryers

I really hate things that blow. LOL. Anyways, things that just seem to randomly blow things around really just suck. LOL. Two lame jokes in two sentences. I should stop now. Anyway, the other day I was at Macdonald's washing my hands in the washroom, and I came across the hand dryer. Those things really don't work. They just kind of blow the water around in your hands to different places, so that your palms are damp, but everything else is really wet. Yes, I understand it's "environmentally friendly", but disappointingly ineffective. Luckily, Metrotown has this really awesome hand dryer called the Xcelerator. It is really strong as well as loud, and best of all, IT ACTUALLY WORKS! Anyway, I hope you are enjoying the Olympics. GO CANADA GO!