Thursday, April 29, 2010
This is brilliant! Look closely and you'll see why.
"In a regal age ran I!
Raw was I 'ere I saw war!
Oh who was it I saw, oh who?
Too far away, a war afoot.
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?
No, in union,
Name no one man.
Now do I repay a period won.
Draw, O Caesar! Erase a coward.
Evil is a name of a foeman, as I live.
Live not on evil deed, live not on evil.
Draw noses onward!
Dump mud! Dump mud!
Draw putrid dirt upward.
Puff in, sniff up!
Pull up if I pull up.
No, it is open on one position.
Stop! Murder us not, tonsured rumpots!
In words, alas, drown I.
A day, a day... yada yada..."
My dad came back from Shenzhen (where he probably contracted his stomach flu) and got lots of chocolates and presents for my sister and I. It's quite reminiscent of the tale of Beauty and the Beast, the father goes travelling and comes back with presents, and he also meets monsters (in this case, the stomach flu).
Anyway he got my sister a pink
imitation iPod and even specially went to get a matching pair of pink earphones for her. This led to her going gaga over my dad. Well to be fair my dad is one of the more (if not the most) thoughtful guys around.
Heads up - the imitation is BETTER THAN the real iPod, in terms of price, usability and bloatware. You don't need to install iTunes to use it, and you don't have to convert everything into an iTune file before it can be moved into the iPod. WIN. And it even looks exactly like the real thing. How good is that?
He also got my sister a necklace with an apple pendant that's studded with rubies from DFS. This led to my sister running around gleefully saying, "You know why you gave me that necklace, daddy? COS I'M THE
APPLE OF YOUR EYE!!" before running away laughing hysterically.
No, my sister is not 9 years old.
Anyway, for some reason my father thinks I could keep using more cosmetics, so everytime he goes abroad he gets more from DFS. Actually I do like getting them and
collecting them, I just don't know what to do with them, or how to use them properly. Not for want of trying, of course.
Anyway lately I've been thinking about the meaninglessness of things, and how our pathetic struggles don't actually mean very much. No, actually I'm an expert in this field, my major is CNM in FASS.
This is probably exacerbated by personal financial issues - soon I'll have a debt of around $20000 to pay, give or take. So all my pathetic struggles in trying to work will be used to feed the hole created by a meaningless university course that taught me, apart from the publications courses, nothing.
I must say I do regret putting others before myself to do things that eventually didn't give me anything back anyway. I will never get that time back.
But in this rubbish period of my my life I've quietened down enough to appreciate my parents. They dealt with their problems in a more calm and peaceful manner than anyone that I've ever met. They are always more worried for their children than for themselves. More worried that they aren't doing enough and being more of a bother, and always forgetting that their comforting presence in the home is always enough.
I keep forgetting. I had lunch and all I could do was think about the bitterness of mortality and how all this would be ash in time. Already, I miss them and I miss for them. I already hate that now, that sickening, sinking feeling when all I would get to do is remember them.
Here I am, rolling my rock up the hill again and again, trying to get somewhere and only ending up right where I began, my ego and hope a little more chipped away, but I'm only getting stronger.
I can do this.
Omnia mutantur
1:44 PM
