Bluebellia

I have interacted with English since kindergarten, and for the last four years I have been living in the US, using solely English for daily communications. Despite my effort of continual self-improving, I can’t quite understand the language. There have been explanations, of course, such as how it’s not my first language, how cultures and traditions get in place… Only recently, it strikes me with a more understandable reason: English is an ineffective language. There are so many disadvantages of English. First of all is the way one person talks to another. You can only use “I” and “you” no matter if the person you’re talking to is an earthworm or a high king. The same with “he”, “she”, “it”, and “they”. All the languages that I have ever associated with, which are French, Japanese, Korean, Vietnamese, and Cantonese, they have different words to address different people. I believe this should be the way to talk, since each person requires to be treated with respect, order, and ...

(This post was finished last year, and I forgot to post it.) How often do I truly seek God? I don’t know. But I know that every time I do, He will answer me in so many ways, and any of them is just so amazing. My life doesn’t seem to be so attractive these days, as I am struggling (still) will study and people. I knew that I wasn’t the most unfortunate person as now I have God and my girlfriend (sorry if the way I put “my girlfriend” next to “God” annoys you, it’s just a way to say it). I knew that but I couldn’t really feel that. My girlfriend is at the other end of this Earth, and God’s image is still not easy to… anticipate. I felt lonely and my joy left me. So I decided to watch the movie “Bruce Almighty”. After I watched "Evan Almighty" two years ago and greatly appreciated it, I thought this “Bruce” one should be good too. And it was awesome, surprisingly awesome. The main character Bruce thought his life was terrible and he complained about God a lot. The w...

Have you ever noticed, even though we are walking on the same plain and breathing the same air, we actually are in different worlds? I am not talking about social castes: those are old, debatably integrated. I am not talking about the Matrix or the fourth dimension: I know nothing about them. The pig Wilbur’s world is the barn, the little girl, his life, and the web of Charlotte – I am talking about this kind of world. Maybe. Whenever I walk among a stream of people, I would see about one third of them using MP3’s, one third talking on cellphones, one sixth worrying about life issues, and the rest having some combination of the three. I can’t help but feeling so distinctively that there are walls around and among them, wrapping each individual so neatly and wittily, yet quite strong and noise/vision/sense-proved so that no one can really tell if there are people around them. They walk so closely, may even touch each other, yet they are not to be concerned even the slightest:...