Remember Me And I Shall Live Forever

Thomas Young deciphered the first comprehensible word of the Rosetta Stone: Ptolemy. A name of Alexander the Great's general, Ptolemy. As we all know, the basis of understanding the ancient Egypt, was on that stone.

The French man, Champollion or something, whose name I can't even pronounce (or write) discovered the name Ramesses and finally cracked the code. He was awarded the first professure of egyptology in the world and he died knowing he would be remembered.

When you meet someone whose language you don't understand and who does not understand you, you exchange names and that's the beginning of understanding and friendship.

When a child is given a name, he or she becomes the part of the society.

When you are mentioned the name Alexander and if you're taught history, you know who it is that is spoken of.

Or Beethoven..

"Remember me for what I have done and I shall never die."

I've done nothing in my life, no useful theories, no beautiful composings, no literary works.

So I'll just leave a tomb stone behind me and in 200 years, someone will walk by and not even look at it..

It sucks to be a nobody.

Remember Me - And I Will Never Die

A scary thought I had a few days ago when there was something on TV about those old people who had absolutely nobody in their life and they died all alone in their apartments. Usually it's the neighbors complaining about the smell or the postman reporting when those people have been found. I wonder have they done something in their past that there is no one. What did they have in mind on their last day alive? I know one whose life is bound to end like that - my mothers. She burns all the bridges behind her each year, ditches her friends whenever they even say something she doesn't like. But I don't feel sorry for her. If someone can really say hating someone - I can. She's destroyed my life and she's the reason I'm a wreck who doesn't trust anyone. Maybe I'll wind up dying alone as I can't let anyone near me 'cause I'm afraid that they'd really learn to know me and then hurt me really badly. When I'm saying "knowing" me, it doesn't mean knowing that I laugh on bad jokes and what kind of movies I'd like. I know that there isn't such a man living on this earth - but still keep hoping. Like Bridget Jones. Don't get me wrong, people, I like having J in my life - but I can't help the naiive side in me. I will always be that princess (Ugly, though) waiting for the prince to arrive. I gues when it comes to me, the prince would likely run away.

I think I will go back to Canada. Eventually. I know that leaving this country will be easy, but staying in another knowing nobody (and I don't make friends easily) is very hard. Of course I will have male friends - I'm always like one of the guys. But I've always wanted to have a girl friend who doesn't try to compete with me and who doesn't think she's prettier than me. I had a friend who knew she is very beautiful - And I had to hear about it every day - which made me feel even uglier.

A note to myself: Don't talk so much.

Tune of the moment:
Delerium - Innocente

Today

Ever have those days you feel like doing absolutely nothing?

Well, that day has arrived - for me at least.

I have a dozen things to do, but I just want to take a bath. I should go out for a much-needed walk, but I feel more like going back to bed. I should do some homework, but noooo-o, I just feel like playing with my iguana. I just want to eat, sleep, play Natural Selection and eat some more. I need a friend who comes to my place, forces me to go out and gets me out of this Nerdland. Help! I need interference, NOW! I just had a mini-break for the weekend but that didn't help either, I just-don't-feel-like-doing-anything. My things-to-do list gets even longer but still I can't get myself actually doing something to shorten that stupid list.

We're getting another iguana. This is a girl who desperately needs a home and we need a girlfriend for our boy. Actually I don't want to have that another iguana, cause it means another reason not to go out of town for more than two days. It means a lot more food to be made, a lot of shit to be cleaned up.. I don't even like her name. She's called "Twister" and mine has a real name. I hate iguana names like "Iggy" and "Roamer" and "Twister", but I could rename that iguana "Annie" or "Judge Jules" or something like that. But.. an iguana's name cannot be changed - it gets confused because suddenly she never gets talked to, but instead her chef-servants are talking to someone else..

I feel like having spaghetti and meatballs today. Yummy.