Archived.
Was at the National Library just now. Just now meaning Friday night, with my tools.
We wanted to search for school yearbooks, which would be great for stalking should the need call for it, when we realized that we don't know where the fuck are they. So I decided to search for 'Catholic High School' in one of those random computers around that helps facilitate your stalking.
It was at what, 373.something something something.
When we got there, we found a lot of random shit, like....
Rivervale Primary School magazines. It was interesting seeing Marilyn walking around as vice-head prefect interviewing people with the microphone.
It was interesting seeing myself dressed as the monk in Journey to the West(too embarrassing for me to type what I 'was' out). It was interesting to see WK walking around after his robotics competition. It was interesting to see THQ on the stage for being the top PSLE scorer.
It was basically a trip down memory lane.
I saw some Cat High yearbooks dating back to like many years ago. How quaint it was to see my 'seniors' walking around in camps.
But the really disturbing thing is the realization that whatever you do in school remains in school. However famous you are, you'd only be documented in a yearbook. Whatever you do, you'd just be archived after your decline.
And who really goes around digging archives of people long past?
If I were to busy myself with everything in the world, and get like damn fucking famous for some shit I did, so what? Who would care after I die? Look at whoever invented the light bulb. Do I really care about what Thomas Edison? I only care about what he did, and I don't really appreciate the way the light bulb is built. I only know that he impacted my life in this way because I'm using his invention.
What can he gain from this? Recognition? Can he feel this recognition in wherever he is lying in now?
I don't see a need do something as impactful as that. Not many of us can, anyway. We shouldn't strive for that either. Just enjoy life as it is, with all the shit thrown in at times. Because whatever you do, however hard you work,
you'd just be archived away. When we die, we simply get converted into ashes. Whatever achievements we made do not hold any value to us in our urns. Why be so ambitious? Why busy yourself that much when you should just relax? All these stands for nothing anyway. Archived, with no one giving a fuck to.
Take life easy. It should be taken that way.
You know those Guinness World Records? There's this guy who sailed half the world alone, or something along those lines. Or possibly even longer.
But really, how does that impact my life? Impact enough for me to blog about it because I think it's not a very wise thing to do. You spend half a year alone, just to break a stupid world record and get archived and get your name down in history when you know that there's no point in getting your name down in history because no one would give a shit about it in years to come after your decline.
So the question here would be: Why bother?
How much can fame affect your quality of life? The 'Oh fuck I am famous and so I JIMP' kind? No, I don't think that's possible. If you can't feel comfortable with your life, and you aren't happy, then perhaps you've never lived before. All that glamour comes to naught.
Waste your time, waste your money, waste your life. Just chillax.
And jaywalking expressways is addictive >.<
-- 6/20/2009 02:43:00 AM
