the Human Condition

Inspired by: Reading The Way of Shadows by Brent Weeks

On the human condition

there are two sides,

as one as a coin.

One is the absolute poverty of the soul,

the cheapness of the build of a person,

bought and sold, their passion and dreams,

their humanity;

which mark human beings different

from animals, for going beyond

the herd instinct: sacrifice.

On the other is the struggle to escape

this sad classification

being only animal.

Isn't that where all stories spring from?

If at least the apocalypse erodes all,

if even one fictitious tale of a hero survives,

lives through thought, creation or revel

by even one person,

then the human condition continues.

Tragically beautiful.

Sunday Morning Talk

Listening to: 哪怕 - Khalil Fong (Album: Soulboy)

Comment on music: This is what Sunday mornings are about, really.

So came out of the shower late, and my mother asked me whether I had anything to say, since last night she was exhausted and couldn't talk, and I said I can't just sprout out stuff on the spot.

Regardless we chatted until 5 something into the morning, and I read the Assassin book 1 Victor lent me. On his half-right shots, this one was right, I was finishing it in a rush. Now I'm through a part of the book, the first "part" as much as I can see, where the boy becomes an apprentice finally.

Good of it to keep me on tenterhooks like that.

So last time I checked, the clock said 6:30AM

And...I think the alarm sets off at 6:45, but I think I woke up thinking it was a heck of a long time, but I fell asleep again until Priscilla called my cellphone. Haha~ And that was 11:10 AM or so? Woke up now and then to set off my iPod and stuff. Haha

Anyhow, the crunch of this is not to record my day so much as my mother and I's talk.

One is that she is worthy of learning of. I know I learned this before, but these talks between her and I are rare, and only starting because I've grown older. This is because of her way of teaching is not to tell kids everything, and with her own children of course she would act on her beliefs. Not that father followed this, so obviously for years I would think similarly to dad but not mom.

Anyhow, a little bit of frustrations against--seriously-- father's laziness. And a bit on his weakness at his job right now.

However, she is really over it. Dad is more than well-grown, so she wouldn't teach him anymore "this is his life" mentality. She focuses on the positive...

This is wise, I am sure. I must simulate that frame of mind.

Another on her eagerness to learn science of astronomy. That was cute. I think I should teach her some astronomy once I get my textbook out. I wouldn't mind at all. Or whatever, history? Classics?

Two, let's see... another thing is regarding my laziness. I just have to get out of it, not that cold merciless voice exactly--maybe in the shows I learned it from it came out colder than it is. But a bit of steel with yourself is necessary. Follow that voice, and it means well. Voice, mean well, be a bit more understanding.

Another is regarding my inferiority complex being Priscilla's roommate. Just remind yourself she was brought up in Hong Kong, and that does make a difference. Not the reason, of course, but it makes a difference. Socially and academically. And I wouldn't be her for a million dollars, of course I knew that before, but there has to be reason for that right? Reason is, obviously, I love my life.

Yes, realize Karen, you love your life actually. So stop putting on the mask you hate it, because that really makes you consciously hate it.

Some on health, the thing regarding washing your hair and swimming. Go to the gym in the morning and wash and wait a few hours for your hair, basically.

I have a feeling I'm missing the crunch here...

Ah! Right, the thing about volunteer work. I think I really need that helping people happiness, because when I heard it and absorbed it analytically, I really responded well with it. I believe she was correct in saying

Well, got to rush out. Maybe edit later. Going out at 12:29.

Sides

"Just like an addict"

those words repeated in my brain.

Couldn't stop playing FE.

It was like that time with Gundam Seed Destiny

So last night, when I lost, I just junked it.

Now I want to play it.

Breathe in.

No, it took too much time.

On another matter entirely,

Is it just me...?

Explosive much.? Or no?

I guess maybe I'm sensitive,

but I can't take indignation lightly,

unless justified?

Don't care, not my fault.

Daaaamit. I really want to play it.

Exercise or something. Remember

a constructive day.

Been so lazy and behind lately.

I need a word to express my frustration

but it seems like there are none?

Fuck? - But I don't want or need mindless sexual intercourse.

Shit? - What? No, I do not need to shit?

Damn it - Damn what? My frustration? It's not like it's another person.

Shit my life.

See? That just came out. Oh fuck..

That too o_O

Damn it!

..It seems like those three things just come out like vomit,

in that order too?

Or it seems like I just repeat it

"Oh f my life! fuck! Ah shit! Damn it!"

Seriously?

I'm grinning, it's sort of funny really.

On the more serious note. I already trashed it.

Now think how to be constructive.

Sail!

How long will I procrastinate.

Until I bear my burden more seriously?

How long will I make my father suffer,

before I ask him to quit.

How long will I put off killing him?

How long until I bear my burden?

Curse, lift yourself girl.

Become what you should.

How long until you

bring what is long due to

father and mother?

How long must you cry

until the tears are not for yourself

but for your parents?

Sail, fly, slowly and gently

No need to be a flagellant,

but please urgently remember.

Gently with yourself,

love yourself completely,

and you can glide over what

troubles you at the moment.

But don't forget

and love your parents righteously.

Piano Song

listening to: Wedding Dress - Taeyang

A parody, from a girl's perspective.

Some say it's ain't over till it's over,

But I guess it's really over now.

There's something I gotta say before I let you go,

listen.

Hey, do you remember

I was that girl who'd listen to all my parents advice

taking all those

piano and violin classes?

Do you remember telling me to stop being

such a typical good girl,

to follow my heart for my happiness?

Thank you, I know you cared for me all along

and I know you never meant for me to feel this way,

from that moment to even now,

asking me to play the piano at your wedding.

Ah~ boy, you know I don't want to be that girl,

crying softly behind the bridal white piano,

over the guy friend who meant more.

Boy, you know, I laughed along with you at that

melodramatic girl in those dramas.

But, underneath the black make-up,

which wedged us apart in those years,

my lips trembled every time I kissed with them.

I know you aren't the one to fall for these,

but it was always you.

Oh boy, I never wanted to be the girl

who selfishly wanted you to withdraw your hand

from other girls.

I never wanted to talk about it,

but how can you be so blind?

Who was it that cheered you up when you were down,

and the other girl who came in just when you were feeling better,

do you really attribute her with making you happy?

Still, at your boyish smile,

I can't refuse to play the melody now,

the one which, so simple, I stumbled

infinitely on during practise.

I know after this piece,

you're going to make your vow

to protect her forever.

And I know, you will mean it

with all your being.

Are you going to remember you made the same vow to me,

when we were children, when I still shyly hid behind you?

My heart is falling farther at each

key I'm pressing,

but you know in piano, the beat is strict,

and I can't falter now.

Even though I know I can't play

this song forever.