The legend of Narcissus

Narcissus by Carravagio


Narcissus, the handsome self-admirer who had chosen to die than turned away from his reflection in the lake. So handsome he was, that when he grew up not only women and girls but also other men fell in love with him. When he was born, his parents asked if he would live a long life. The answer was "yes, if he never knew himself".

Unfortunately, despite so many controversy on winning his heart, he could never have loved anybody else once he set eyes upon his own reflection in the lake. He was so much fascinated by what he saw there, and not being able to find consolation, he died of thirst at the brim of the lake. For if he had reached to take a drink, he would have shattered his image into thousands of pieces.

So famous this myth is, so that Narcissus is nowadays used cassually to name a person who take an excessive care of him/herself. If someone couldn't help glancing towards everytime he/she walk pass a mirror, automatically Narcissist would attach behind his/her own name.

However, recently I read a contemporer version of Narcissus story that goes like this: upon his death, one of the God asked the lake if it was sad to be the cause of death of someone as beautiful as Narcissus. The lake said, "yes, I am really sad. Not because someone as beautiful as him has to die, but because in the reflection in his eyes I could see my own beauty. Now I have none I could reflect my self into"...

Ahem. This is very interesting. This lake was like the people who surround the narcissist, and in their silence they laugh for they know they are not as shallow as the narcissist. In him/her, they see their own beauty... Is it possible?

The day you goes away

19.07.08. 11o'clock
Your cheek rested in my head
Talking to me, how much you're gonna miss me
Borrow the bluetooth device

19.070.8. 11.30
My arms in your shoulders,
Yours in my waist
Our face so close,
And I bade you goodbye

19.07.08. 11.45
Sit in your empty room
Two suitcases
I stand up, open my arms
You took me in,
And gave me something precious
Over and over again.

19.07.08. 12o'clock
Three plastic bags
You told me maybe we could make it works somehow
I said we could try later
And I bade you another goodbye.

20.07.08. 02.45
Sit in my chair,
Write this piece
Miss you terribly
Even though you're just one step away
Maybe I'll give you what you want later

20.07.08. 9o'clock
You board the train.
So early, foggy summer morning
And taking away a piece of my heart.

- tribute for Brucie-

A temporary end to my sleepless nights

Tomorrow is one of my biggest days during this four years. THE presentation in front of so many people (thanks to the much-excessive invitations I sent last week). It won't take more than 1 hour, or 1.5 hours at most, but just imagine how long I remained rigid in front of the pc screen with the cups of black coffee and long abandoned spaghetti? hahaha.
Anyway, after tomorrow I'm going to take it easy for a day before getting immersed again in the unfinished bussiness such as reports and the end defense. Still long way to go, 2 more weeks before the internship's finish, moving back to my cozy den in Nijmegen. By then, hopefully the report is finish, the presentation time has somehow magically shorter itself into a mere 20 minutes (now it's half a-hour) and everything's working out.

Pray for me, would you??