Trying to hear the soft-rap talk was pretty difficult and I changed what was written multiple times.

Here are what I think most of the lyrics are (didn’t have time to do the whole song)

99/100 Damashi no Tetsu

hito hana PLAY na, ikenai, koto
yatsuranai kutsu shiyo ni-
rizu kami o nare ni, haniku, te kurenaiyo
hi no karebanorera, iyadori
shinobu, hana ne, yon juu go kara no ayashi sasourri kamo
HEY JUMP AND FIGHT WITH ME tsurai kana?
yatsuretai kutsu shiyo ni, ii yo
hatsu no STARA Kimi ga, TEMPUTATION
SEX AND MONEY, hore no PLAY
wagaretsu kami kara GET o
no mizu COLOUR PLASTIC ikanakara
aku mitsu wa hani anahotto o
o Kisani wa REAL BOOST saskureto
NO
subete ga, wa nani mieru no
GET JUSTICE
hekara shirazumu KISS TEMU TAKE ON
aseru sugimae no kizu keiho
bakara bakkuri on PURITAKKO
Subeni ochizu

kekkuwaru oishii hanashi no
kyuu juu kyuu ka no getsu matsu wa
itsudatte bokura wa, atsuwarai kokke ni shita
isshi ni kachiri tsui tatte
waratteranai sa, kono mama ja
kondo kozo boku ga, yakubun wo ichi wo te ni suru
rizu kami o nare ni

bararai, ukareta bun kakeru ni bai heko mondaiyo
wararai, ROCK BAND-o ne mo tekai yume, mite naiyo

HEY BOY

nante anaikoete wakasareru keitai BAND-o
MASS komi wa chotto kowai kara
chakao shindakara sutete yoko

ayashi ii kao shita
ojii-san ga kocchi o miteiru
kitto boku no koto, yuukichi ni mieterunda
dare no shinji nani wo sute, nani wo kanji dare wo tsuku
kizuita toki wa taigai, sute ni ubawareteru

kurenee anta datte yo, yume ni yaburetari
koi datte, shiteki darou shi, kimochi wakandarou
honki sugitekara mawaru ni mo, issouseki shi ka mienai
hiki kaesenai dokoro made kitara, mae shi ka mienai no mo

kekara shirazumu KISS temu TAKE ON
tsuitsui kobidatte ure ashiazou
kocchi no mizu ase
*
[lines i didnt have time to finsih]
*
kekkuwaru oishii hanashi no
kyuu juu kyuu ka no getsu matsu wa
itsudatte bokura wa, atsuwarai kokke ni shita
isshi ni kachiri tsui tatte
waratteranai sa, kono mama ja
kondo kozo boku ga, yakubun wo ichi wo te ni suru
rizu kami o nare ni

*
[more lines i missed]

Yeah, that was all I had.

One last comment.. DBSK Survivor PV, old comment I know, but its soooo hilarious!!!! They need to get a new choreographer. If only they had better dance moves this would have been a super awesome PV

ANYWAY my japanese is failtastic! So don’t expect all of the words to be correct or any lining up of sentences.

Pretty sure most is wrong, but hey, I’ve never actually learned japanese in my life. This is about how far anime, jdrama and jmusic will take me.

hora kanashi,
kamo wo shinaide
gomen, namida, ga
tomaranaiyo

konna toki ga
kuru nante mada
shinjirarenai
mitsumete, mo ichido

ano hi no youni
massugu na hitori de
bokura de kimeta kotaetakara

deai no chikara de
meguri aetakara
kokoro ni mo kaku omoide wa
kanashi kurai yasashiku ka ga
yakusekai da ne
marude sora ga
yuuhi ni sou naru youna

deai no chikara ga
tsutaetekurunda
ichido demo wa ishida no nara
sotto te wo tsunaideiruite
hajimete no yoru
wakare no hi mo
ano hi no itoshisa mo
omoi dashite

douka shitano, rashikumo nai yo
gomen nanda ka
makete kurunda
nasakenainda
sona koto nai
nankareshi
saishou de saiko da
watashi no tame ni
hajimete miseta sono
kimi no namida wo wasurenaiyo

deai no chikara de
meguri aeta no wa
kanarazure yo ga aru kara
toori suga shite toki ga oshiete kureta koto wa
sono subete wa jibun jishin ni naru

deai no chikara ga
hibi tte kurunda
ichido demo wa hizaretanara
sono shiawase wo sotto inori tsuzukeru koto de
itsumade demo sore zore no koto nari
ikitsutzukeru

kore kara no deai no hitotsu hitotsu
taisetsu ni shiteyuku kara
sono mune wo dokoka ga natsumi de
minna mouteiru
boku ga iru

deai no chikara de
meguri aetakara
kokoro ni mo kaku omoide wa
kanashi kurai yasashiku ka ga
yakusekai da ne
marude sora ga
yuuhi ni sou naru youna

deai no chikara ga
tsutaetekurunda
ichido demo wa ishida no nara
sotto te wo tsunaideiru ite
hajimete no yoru
wakare no hi mo
ano hi no itoshisa mo
omoi dashite

wakare no hi mo
ano hi no itoshisa mo
omoi dashite

I hate needles to a horrible extent, but if you don’t watch them stick the syringe into your arm it doesn’t hurt very much.  My arm still feels as though it’s half dead for some reason, not too sure why.  The needle was in my right arm so that Ican still write with my left.  I need to make sure I mention to them that I’m left-handed every time I get a needle, or they use my left arm by default.

I was given a small spongy ball and told to squeeze it a few times.  The point of the exercise was obviously to strain the arm and make the veins expand so that the whole process would be a lot easier.  I didn’t realise this at the time and squished the ball half-heartedly a couple of times – the desired effect was not obtained.  The lady who was in charge of taking my blood put a strap around my arm and took out a creepy looking needle and put it near my arm and said in a kindly warning voice, “needle sting~”. 

I immediately averted my eyes to something that looked like a microwave but could have been an oven.  Either way the needle still hurt.  I wasn’t looking but I could definitely tell what was going on.  The vein, having not been big enough had shifted away from the intruding needle.  The lady, now moving the needle around inside of my arm trying to get to the vein, was saying gently, “Come on, little vein.. come one, little vein..”. 

After explaining to me why the first attempt had been a failure, I readied myself for another needle in a different vein.  Squeezing the ball a second time caused the hole already in my arm to start bleeding; as I had decided I wouldn’t be wanting any more than two holes in my arm made today and put in more effort.  This time with slightly less difficulty, the nurse managed to steal a small amount of blood required and I was allowed to leave.

It’s the second time for this to happen to me after a needle but as I was going to the car I noticed my ability to hear properly was dropping.  By the time I got to the car my hearing was almost completely gone and the outer ring of my sight was going black and I couldn’t only see through a small circle directly in front of me.  This time I knew what to do.  I flicked the back rest of my chair back so I could lie down and propped my feet up in the dashboard.  Meanwhile, my dad sitting in the driver-seat beside me was like, “…what are you doing?”  It only took around a minute for a full recovery.  Then I spent the next 3 hours feeling like throwing up for some reason.

The first time this happened, I had just gotten a needle of gadisil (or something..) and my father was talking to the doctor.  I was sitting there, slowly losing both hearing and vision but had no idea what was going on.  It wasn’t until my dad got up to leave and my vision hand gone completely black I decided to mention it to the doctor.  That time I was lying down for a good five minutes before I started recovering.  The doctor came back with a jellybaby candy for me, and since then when I go to get needles he jokes and asks if I need another jellybaby. hehe.

I’ve always hated needles but I never used to have any bad kind of reactions to them.  Like.. say, almost fainting.. or nausea.  Maybe somethings wrong with me.  Well the results of the blood test will tell me if there is.

Also, I am back.  My last promise to myself to blog once a week resulted in no posts until now I’m sure.  I always have a good feeling about these things, but I have a good feeling that I’ll be keeping a close eye on my blog from now on.

Whenever I even think about everything I need to get done, it makes me tired.  By the end of the year I will be diagnosed with: “over-exhaustion due to thinking about working”.  Speaking of which, I will have to find myself a job.  Soon.  This is probably my last holiday for another year; although I can’t really consider it much of one.  Maybe next year’s Winter break might make a nice holiday.  I should do something for a change.. but then again, I’m not one who likes changes.

I’m not looking forward to going back to uni at all.  I’m dreading the thought of another team project.  The first team project? Lets not talk about that shall we? I don’t like speaking abusively, maybe later.  My courses for next semester don’t look all too happy either.  I plan to study ahead properly so I don’t get caught badly in exams. 

I was working pretty hard this semester… all semester.  By the time the exams came around I had exhausted my studying capacity – a lot which went towards wasted effort on team project – and I couldn’t get a decent amount of study done for any of my subjects.  I’m glad I put in extra effort during the semester because I’m sure I did terrible in all of my exams.  Not to mention the total failure my final product for team project was.

Nothing else important happened during the semester.  Else, I would have recalled it and written it here.  My year has been even more anti-social than any other year of my life I’ve lived.  Reason being that I gave up games.. and anime.. and drawing.. and blogging…  As soon as the Winter break hit, I was back to playing games and drawing and reading manga.  I’ve dropped anime though.  Playtime didn’t last too long, I’m all busy again.

Each year I look a little more forward towards my graduation.  I’ve long wanted to break free of the cycle of my life of study.  There is an extremely high chance though, that I will dive right into the cycle of a crappy career.  Cheers.

There was something more specific I want to write about, only I don’t remember what that is anymore.  Rather than my usual writers block, it’s more like I have memory loss.  That doesn’t matter.  It wasn’t an important topic.  Just something that grabbed my interest that I wanted to  write about.  If I don’t know what it is, then no harm done.  There is always later.

The weather is currently in the most coldest time possible.  Mid Winter gives me the chills.  Then, as it nears its end.. the weather becomes unbearably hot.  The difference is too much.  Whoever generated this system should have thought more about the discomfort such dramatic changes in temperature would cause for people.  Of course one can argue that our Autumn and Spring are supposed to soften that change over, but as things are as they are now, I say Autumn gets far too cold and Spring is far far too hot.

Spring.. My most hated of all seasons.  Its not as hot as Summer, but the sudden change in temperature is enough to make me… rant..  The point I am trying to make is that it is too cold. It is cold, and I am unhappy.  I haven’t been in the greatest health either lately.  The weather only makes me feel worse and I don’t need to catch a cold or flu right this moment.  Due to my crappy immune system, – or something of the like, I’m not too knowledgeable in the medical field, but ask me an electrical question, shoot me.  Chances are I wont know an answer anyways – colds which will last anyone I know a week;  will last me a good month and a bit.  But I’m sure I’ve mentioned this somewhere before already.  I’m just ranting now.

That about sums up what I missed blogging this past semester.  As can be seen, nothing I did was really that important.  Finally, how does anything I’ve written in this blog make sense or even relate to everything else written?  It doesn’t.

Epic Conclusion. Smilie-face Emoticon.

There comes a time in life, a certain point that will crush you beyond your imagination.  Not just once; you will be crushed multiple times through certain periods in your lifetime. 

I like to call these times, “The Times of Major Assessment.”

There’s so much assessment due in during these next two weeks alone.

You know, usually a lecturer will know when your exam are, and cancel your assessment that happens to be settling around any nearby date.  For some reason or another, not just did they leave all the assessment.. It looks like theres even more than usual.  I have WAY TOO MANY assignments/submissions.  Stupid lecturers.  I cannot possibly hate every single one of my lecturers anymore than I do right now.  Seriously.  It’s ridiculous.

One of my lecturers is a real jerk.  Hes a tubby man, wears glasses and has short sand-ish brown hair.  He always, always, wears long pants and a shirt.  His shirt is always white.  His voice is nasal, high and kind of flat…

I didn’t see it until I was talking to a couple of my friends.  They had taken the very same course that I was taking this year -last year.  They had the same retard of a lecturer.  The also called him, “Peter Griffin”.

It was hilarious.  The resemblance couldn’t have been any better.  Even the voice was the same.  I was shocked that I didn’t see this earlier for myself.  I laughed so hard, everyone else must have not found it funny anymore.  But it was still the funniest thing I had heard in weeks.  After that, I laughed at it with my friends for a bit; the topic dropped, and I forgot almost completely about it. 

Myself and a couple of my friends were walking from one of my lectures to another class one day.  The class I was heading towards was the tutorial class for the same subject as the lecture I was just leaving.  Along the way, one of my friends tried tripping me over.  Then he said loudly, “I hate <insert course name here> so much!”

I agreed aloud, as did the third person with us.  Then I said in a voice that couldn’t be louder: “I hate Peter Griffin!“.  Yeah, we all had a laugh… Kept walking along to class… Walked up the stairs…

The stairs are those ones that take two sets to get to the top.  That is, half way up, you reach a platform where you have to make a ‘u-turn’ and then continue up the second half of the stairs.

So we all walked up the stairs, happily in a line while putting verbal crap all over the poor little course.  All of the sudden, my friend went to grab my arm for some reason. 

“HAH!” I thought to myself “Trying to trip me over again, are you?? How sly!“

I avoided the assult by dodging to the side; skipping quickly around my other friend to protect myself from any further attacks.  That happened as we started ascending the stairs.  We all stepped onto the midway platform at once.  I was in the middle most side of the steps, so my path was shorter than everyone elses as I went for the second incline of the steps.  I was that much faster, that I had made my complete U-turn and could see not just my friends, but anyone who had been walking behind us.

Peter Griffin was behind us.

Any normal person would have figured out what I had been implying when I said “Peter Griffin”.  Not just that but there was the additional insult of being called “Peter Griffin”.  I’d never needed the CTRL+Z function more in my life.

Before I could make direct eye-to-eye contact with “Peter Griffin”, I bolted.  Well, not so much of bolted, but to be considered as walking it would be (10x)very fast.  I made my half-run to the lecture theatre ahead of everyone else, including “Peter Griffin”.

When i was finally seated I complained to my friend about the lecture being behind us the entire way.  He had heard me call him “Peter Griffin”.  I was sure to be his sole target of hate.  I was whispering to my friend, all the while, so only a person within a half-meter radius of myself would hear.

The guy behind me happend to be in that very half-meter radius.  A little after it had been mentioned by myself, I heard him lean over and whisper to his buddy beside him, “Hey, don’t you think he looks like Peter Griffin.  I just realised, he looks like Peter Griffin.”

Yes.  Yes person behind me.  You have only “just” realised.  Just realised, right after you you heard my ranting.  Thats right.  How clever of you.  How clever you are to have just realised that all by yourself.  You are all so very clever, aren’t you now?

Who is clever? You! You of course! You are the clever one!

Here! Let me clap for you and praise you, while patting you on the back.  Are you happy???  It must be great, y o u  r e t a r d.

Now, I have to spend the rest of the semester, and possibly even next semester, trying to NOT let “Peter Griffin” find out my name.  This is to  make sure he doesn’t purposely fail me.

“What?” you say, “Purposely fail you? That is unjust!” 

Yes.  It is unjust.  It is also likely to happen should he find out my name.  I will consider wearing glasses, leaving my hair untied and changing my name to Juan.  This way, according to the majority of anime and manga, there is not living person on earth that would be able to recognise me.  Thats right! even though my face is EXACTLY the same as before, I have a completely different look now.  I’m a genius!

But life doesn’t work like that and I’m pretty sure I would look no different.  Seems like I will have to rely on the good old ‘cover-your-face-with-your-hand-when-you-see-him” trick.

Anyways, it turns out that my friend -the one who had tried to grab my arm near the stairs and I had misinterpreted the action as an attempt to seriously injure me- had been trying to warn me earlier that he was behind us.  He had seen the guy, and then warned my other friend, before in turn, trying to warn me.  I had misunderstood, and instead, run away from the person who was supposed to stop me from embarrassing myself further. 

It happens to the best of us.  Sometimes we WILL, insult a persod; and sometimes that person will be behind us.  At those times, we have no choice but to deal with the embarassment that comes with it.

I have alot more to complain about.  I’m sure Life is having a great time screwing with me.  I’m sure of it.  It’s finding all the right moments to get its revenge on me for always ranting so badly about it.  I’ll have it apologise to me some day.  Not just a simple apology.  I’ll have to get on the floor and beg for forgiveness.

Hah!  That day is drawing closer.. I can feel it.

 </3

 Shoujo logic seems to give a new meaning to certain types of creepy.

These “creepy’s” are instead looked at as, “Romantic” or “Heart-Breakingly Touching”.

Here are afew examples I took the liberty to create:

Example: A guy you hardly know (and hardly like) suddenly kisses you -against your will.

Life reaction: SLAP, what a creep! GTFO.
Shoujo Logic reaction:  Although you are angry at him, you yell at him and maybe even hit him before running away hurt; you can’t stop thinking about his kiss.  You can’t stop thinking about him.  You want to see him again, but is it really so that you can tell him off for it?  You find yourself falling in love faster than you can imagine. 

Example: You have been called by an anonymous letter to go to the isolated rooftop of one of your school buildings.  There, you meet a guy you don’t know.  He tells you that he has always been watching you -since forever- and asks you to go out with him.

Life reaction: Who the f*ck are you?! You creep!.. Watching me!?! You stalker!! Why the hell are we up here???!!
Shoujo Logic Reaction:  Your breath is taken away.  How romantic!! The wind blows your hair softly as you shyly look to the floor, before giving your response.  Before you know it, you are in love.

Example: A guy suddenly leans in and takes a sniff of your hair.  He then whispers softly into your ear, “Your hair smells pretty.”

Life reaction: SHOCKKU!!! Quick!  Inch away as quickly as you can.  Spend the rest of your life avoiding him at your own inconvenience.
Shoujo Logic reaction: Your heart suddenly skips a beat.  The blood rushes to your head and you blush.  You try to take a look at his face but when you see he is staring right back at you, you can only look away embarassed.  There is something gentle about his eyes when he is looking at you.  All the while, you are trying to catch a glimpse of him when he isn’t looking.  It seems you are already in love.

I’m a little lazy to give this post a decent conclusion, but as you can see, according to Shoujo Logic, creepy = adorable/loveable/admirable.

Lets try not to gets things confused shall we?

I remember them and I have forgotten them. 

Everything is done without them.

The clocks run on time, the grass gets cut once it becomes too long, flowers are watered in their vases and replaced when they wither – but I am the only one here.

There is noone to do all these things, yet they are simply done.  How these events take place, I have never cared to wonder.

It is a simple run of my daily life.  It’s only normal for me.

Every morning, I leave my house.  There is noone to enter while I am away, so I don’t lock the door.  The door is broken and will swing ajar naturally if I dont slide the pot plant – sitting by the door – in the way to stop it.

Everything is routine.  I leave in the morning; not bothering to take notice of any incoming mail I may recieve, as there is noone to send some anyway.

I walk the still streets under the sun which neither keeps me warm nor burns my skin.  The wind never blows or whistles itself aggainst buildings or through trees.

The roads are vast.  Nothing but the lone light poles line the empty roadsides.

Occasionally I can hear a car in the distance, but I have never come to see a single one.

I still wait for the green man in the traffic light to appear and check to see that the road is clear before I cross.

When I reach the trainstation I stand near the benches rather than sit.  Only one train will ever arrive or pass through this station.  That is my ride.

Moving outbound each day, the empty train -with no driver or station master to stand watch as it pulls in or departs – welcomes me with blissful silence.  Only the powered movement of the train, gliding along its tracks, can be heard.

 What do I do each day? Where have I gone? What do I eat?  I can never quite recall anything.

I travel some distance – far away from home – and return in the evening; completely unaware of how I spent my day.  But this is only normal, which happens everyday.

 On arrival back at the station, I am greeted by the dimly lit platform.  Empty as always.

The train departs and carries its sound far away until it has become so quiet I can no longer hear it.  No matter how much longer there I wait, there wont be another train coming to the station until tomorrow: when once again, I leave on my journey.

I can hear my footsteps patting against the concrete floor of the platform, but not their echos which should have rebounded from the walls bridging around me.

A short flight of stairs and a couple of steps, and I am away from the station; I am on the walk back to my house.

The streets – now blanketed in darkness – are filled with the noises of the night-time creatures, creeping through the trees.  But I will never catch a glimpse of any of them.  I know this already without trying.

I return to my house.  The door is always locked when I get home. I always have the keys and let myself back inside, where everything ends for the day.

Here, I prepare myself for the tomorrow which will come once the sun rises, and I again, leave my house on the long journey; that consumes my entire day.  Knowing what I have done all day, but not remembering a single drop of it.

The same loop repeats itself over and over like a broken CD.

The world is lonely.

 How long has it been, since I have forgotten people?

When did I forget?

The world simply continues to rotate on its axis regardless of what has become of them, oblivious to the fact that I am the only one who remains in this miracle that I call the “normal”.

I know they had existed to me, at one stage in time; lived with me and interacted with me, sharing the world with me.

Now, I can’t even imagine it clearly. 

Crouds of people, gathering around buildings and streets… the quiet roar of thousands of people murmuring among one another.

Everything feels unfamiliar just to think about it.  It is as if it had all never happened before, yet I simply know that it did.

 It is this feeling of constant uneasiness of being alone, that is what’s keeping me calm.

The world of mine which makes sense to nobody but myself.

Because this is my world.

 For one of my group projects, I needed another member.  Myself and my friend went to the lab session and greeted one of the students.  We asked if he took the same class as us and if he had a group yet. After getting the confirmation that “yes” he did and also “no” he didnt; he agreed to join our group.

The following day I collected his student number and signature onto the form required for group selection  proposals – I was to meet my friend in the group to get his details the next day.  He had work until a little after midday.  Everything which was going so seemingly smooth – went steeply downhill from there.

 That morning, I got to uni and found I had forgotten the form.   Submission was at 5pm sharp.  The travel time to go home and come back would be 4 hours alone (a one way trip home is two hours.. you do the maths to find the trip back).  I still had classes for the day which I could not afford to skip.

Immediately I phoned both of my partners.  There was no connection through to either.  I tried many times to call the new group member, as I knew I was going to meet up with my friend later that day anyways.  Despite this I could not contact him. 

 I resorted to forging in his signature; only to realise I didn’t remember his student number… The most vital of all details.  I messaged him  a couple times.  First to tell him the problem.  Second to tell him my solution.

I recieved a call from my friend after he found my miss-calls.  I enlighted him with my terrible problem and I was to communicate via internet after that.  The internet wasn’t working for some reason.  It was passed midday and still no response from the new member.  I waited anxiously.

I had to be home earlier that day.  If I did not form a group before I had to go, I would simply be grouped with strangers.  I’m not usually good with strangers, so I tried calling a few times more; without results.

Just as I was about to lose hope and give up, I ran into another friend of mine, who happend to be taking the same class, as well as one of his group members.  They were looking for a member to replace one of their own who had dropped the course.  I was looking for a group.  We parted ways without exchanging words…  Joking.

After hearing my dillema they offered to kindly take me in.  I was happy but my friend from my original group, now had no group.  He would simply fall into the random selection pool.  I felt bad.  It turns out that the two I had just run into, knew another pair who were also looking for another member… What luck.

My friend now had a group.  I had a group.  My original third member – not only did he not have a group anymore now - but he was completely oblivious to the fact.  I had yet again another reason to feel bad.

 Within my new group, the third member who I did not know previously was deciding between the group he was already in, or going with the two others who were looking for another.  If that were to be the case my friend would simply become the third person in my group. 

After a long hard time thinking, he decided to stay in my group.  The submissions were made.   The fact that I felt incredibly guilty did not change.

I spent the rest of the day like normal.  Apart from the fact that every now and then I would get this horrible feeling in my chest and feel terrible.  The weight of the guilt was harassing me to no end.  I was still to recieve response from the now isolated member of my old group.

From the fact that I never recieved a response for over three days, I took it that he was mad.  He left his classes earlier than me and my other friend who was originally with him, without saying a word.  I was sure he was mad. 

But there was still that uncertainty that he did not recieve my calls or my messages.  That made things all the more awkward.  I managed to avoid eye contact with him after the first day I realised he was mad.  I later found my friend was doing so also.

It all cleared itself up today.  The guy who had previously decided to join my group decided he wanted to change his mind.  My friend joined my group (I do feel a little bad for my friend who took me in, as he lost both of his original members and wasn’t yet aquainted with my other friend; who just joined.) and I was now grouped with two of my own friends.

Later today I recieved an email from my dear old group member saying he saw the final group selection notice.  From that he had “noticed” that all three of us had been split up.  He also said that he though it was a “mistake by the system”.  I realised then that he didn’t know.

 Hurriedly, I told my friend.  I wrote up an apologetic letter explaining what had happened and what I had attempted, trying to counter the problem, and how I had tried to contact him by mobile but failed to connect.

I awaited the expected flame-filled response, brimming with rejection, anger and hurt.  It never came. 

What I did recieve though, was a short, to-the-point response, informing me that; “Crap..” and that his mobile had been battery dead for a few days now, as well as, “Oh well.”

I was worrying over nothing.  I also had my friend worrying over nothing also.

The horrible hundred of kilos of guilt, crumbled off of me and onto the floor.

I felt a little better after that.

I think tomorrow, I will smile at him and apologise.

One of the engineers looked up, shielding his eyes from the rain, and said, “Even though there’s an overpass, its still hitting us.”
“It’s the wind.” came the response, “Let us move a little to the left so we don’t get wet.”

The two shuffled a little to the left but the wind was strong.  Both were completely aware that they were still being hit by the rain.

The second engineer looked straight ahead, “The rain seems to be falling at an angle of 30 degrees to the horizontal” she said, measuring the angle by holding her arm at the same angle as the rain was infront of herself.
“Judging by the height of the overpass and the angle of the rain, in order not to get wet, we should be standing somewhere over there.” The first engineer pointed  at the ground about 10 metres away.
“Yes,” the other engineer followed on, “but at the angle of the rain and the width of the overpass, the overall height of the space which  doesn’t get hit by the rain would be pretty minimal.   Even if we were to stand there, from our own heights, we would still be getting hit by the rain.

 The two engineers then decided to take shelter under a nearby building.

[What a climatic let down.  I just overexaggerated five minutes of my day]

Is it because they are just trying to cut off the “extra” parts of their vision that they don’t need to focus on? If that’s the case it would be more of a trying to focus on the thing better’ rather than see it better. Like covering up the distractions so you can’t see them.

I don’t know how the topic crossed my mind, but it did. No sooner had I gotten the idea, I was already squinting at near and distant objects only to find that half closing my eyes a little, and straining my
sight a little more, resulted in blurring and dimming my vision; slightly. When you squint your eyes, your ability to see things clearly, decreases exponentially until you cant see at all.. when your
eyelids are closed completely of course. This is what I had concluded after my many trials of research; squinting at things in public places. I’m sure I looked quite the idiot.

When you squint, you are loosing vision. This is fact. What else is fact that eyelashes exist. It’s not a just clean cut to the height and depth of your vision, your eyelashes get in the way. But try squinting now. Even when looking closely you can’t see your own eyelashes properly without the help of some sort of mirror. Because they are blurring. They are cutting access for light to get to your eyes. Everything you see is light. You are not seeing the actual objects before you, but you are seeing the light reflected from the objects. People cant see in the dark… So when your eyelashes get in the way, you see less.

Eyeballs have a thin film of fluid coated over it. This fluid will dry out if you forget to blink and will renew once you do. The fluid is there so that your eyes stay moist and don’t stick to the eyelid (which would be pretty bad for you if it ever did start doing that; never forget to blink). But a  your eyes close, this film will
thicken. It may be an extremely small ammout but it is still liquid. This means that the liquid closest to the rim of your eyes will be thickest. Even thought the region is small, your vision through this area will blur minorly. As you close your eyes you will be moving this closer to the center of your vision. The difference of the ratio between your clear vision and your blurred rim will become smaller until it does make a siffernce for you, slightly.

Your eyeballs are spherical, your irus has a lense used to automatically focus your vision, and your pupil determins how much light is let into your eyes. You can’t control the actions of your pupil volunterily, and you can change your eyeballs from being spherical (without assuming damage). The one stated there that you can actually change, is the lense of your eyes. Depending on how much a magnification you require to see an object clearly muscles inside of your eye will expand to increase the width of your eye’s lense
(increasing the curvature and strengthening magnivity -I dont think thats a word) or contract to give the opposite effect. If you are squinting, your upper and lower eyelids are forcing pressure onto this
lense restricting how well it can change. The lenses will not be able to adjust properly.

All three of my above points make sense. But not if you are trying to see better.

I still couldn’t understand. Why was it almost instinct for a person to squint when they want a better view when all that does is cripple your vision? This question plagued me for ages.

Okay, I was lying. It didn’t plague me, but I was curious nonetheless. And I wasn’t curious for long either. The answer hit me soon enough. It might have been something extremely obvious that we all took for granted without realising the instinctial physics behind why we have the need to squint.

When you squint, you are loosing vision. This is fact.  When you squint, you are blurring and capping your sight. This is again; fact.  Another fact is that your eyeballs have lenses. Two of them. This is critical knowledge when questioning the effectiveness of squinting.

If you are seeing through two lenses, when objects get far enough you wont be able to realise that you are seeing from two different angles beig blended together because the “width” or the distance between your
two lenses (or the angle each makes with a line of “normal” from the object you are viewing) becomes insignificant.

On the other hand, when an object becomes within the range of your eyes that you are seeing too much, you begin to see “double”. The inverted commas because you are seeing the same item from two differnt
angles. One eye will be able to see through the most of what the other eye is seeing as solid. This is what backs up the science of the old trick of rolling up a piece of paper into a tube and then looking through it into a light as if it were a telescope and holding  your hand beside the tube infront of your free eye, palm facing towards.

The images you see from your separate eyes become overlapped, and I re-state. You are seeing too much.

By squinting at objects closer than your abled vision distance, this somehow makes you see things clearer… but only at this range. I don’t know the physics/science behind why this works so but there is a
very good chance that I will go away and think about it and come back when I think I’ve figured it out.
 
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