To Watch Us Watching Them

There are eyes to watch us watching them, on the information highway, and on those downtown sidewalks. Our every moment is captured, and archived in gigabytes.

There are eyes to watch us watching them, in the wild, and in the forest, either when we are “bookmarking” or merely wandering around. These are remembered and gossiped through the whistling breeze in the leaves.

There are eyes to watch us watching them, no matter you know it, or not. You better behave yourself for not becoming a digital sore or a laughing stock in the jungle. The later may last for centuries.

Photographs and Bookmarks

Earlobes never defy gravity; they increase in length by an average of 0.22 millimeters every year. Is an 18 millimeters increment significant by the age of 80?

Photographs are my bookmarks, I lay them in Cerok Tokun every week. I should have had one in every meter at the same age if I still manage to hike, while seeing my earlobes swinging left and right like a pendulum of a time machine.

Rather than regret not doing what my heart lead me to, I continue to bookmark.

Growing earlobes should not be used as an excuse for slowing me down.

A Detour

They are monkeys. To be precisely complicated, they become long-tailed macaques, crab-eating macaques, 长尾猕猴, 食蟹猕猴，etc.

They are as invasive as humans, or vice versa, but they can always disguise themselves as The Thinker at the same time, 

or show their disdain for the uninterested DSLR.

They are very common in Malaysia, I meet them every time I visit Cerok Tokun, and this time at Batu Caves.

"Batu Caves is one of the most popular Hindu shrines outside India, dedicated to Lord Murugan. It is the focal point of Hindu festival of Thaipusam in Malaysia." (Wikipedia).

We made a detour to visit this place during the last trip to Bukit Tinggi.

Bukit Tinggi, Photography Experience

My family had a one-night stay in Bukit Tinggi, Pahang this Hari Raya Puasa Holiday. Why Bukit Tinggi? Because the missus planned this solely for me.

So I experimented with over three hundred clicks, and set some exposure times to twenty seconds.

I continued practicing as early as six o'clock in the next morning,

carrying a tripod around, and setting self timer to two seconds at the same time to prevent from any camera shake.

Where is all my joy at the end? It can be found in every of these pictures.

Trees, and A Boy

I wonder how similar they are to us, if trees go networking, make me laugh, and drive me paranoid.

(We share 60% of our DNA with a banana; an evidence of shared ancestry).

I take their pictures. One of them mimicked Scooby-Doo, and turned its face red. It even tried to play Freddy Krueger.

(A simple potato is more complex than us; it has 48 chromosome counts, whereas we have only 46).

I had once, in an aura of mystery, discovered the Wonderland of Alice in the woods.

(There was a tree, The Giving Tree, and a boy).