I used to raise several pets at home, including three red-eared sliders (Latin: Trachemys scripta elegans), several golden fish, two wild fierce fish of the same kind hunted in a brook in Sưởi Sinh Hạ near my ông ngoại’s house. In fact I have also raised numerous tadpoles after natuarally hatching, yet my dad got angry with them and poured all of them into the toilet… >< I have been pretty sad for a rather long period of time.
All of my pets’ faith was proved to be miserable, in that none of them survived for long at the end. The most “long-lived” was a red-eared slider, who has been alive for more than two years before his final death. A delicate secret burial ceremony was specially held by myself in honor of one of my best companions.
Anybody who’s familiar with me understand that I’m an apiphile. How come? Perhaps the character Monkey King (孫悟空, Sun Ngử Không) in the book called 《西遊記》 (Journey to the West) has been fascinating me to an extreme extend since my very early childhood. I’ve been mimicking his deeds as well, according to the vivid character starred by 六小齡童. So all of my classmates during primary school addressed me 猴哥, ha… Up to date it’s been my permanent honor and sweetness in my heart, indeed my forever fortune.
I can’t help but yet again flamboyantly show my portrait disguised as the Monkey King here.
Never get confused! Definitely it’s me! I’ve been told that I look a bit like Andy Lau, or Daniel Wu. Unluckily I show no interest in these guys whatsoever. Yet I’d be pretty glad once somebody tells me that I look like the Monkey King!
I’ve been dreaming of raising a kind of apes at home. My most ideal partner will be — a chimpanzee or a bonobo! These creatures look very lovely and cute as a human baby. They share high similarity with human beings. Whenever I feel blue, I can heartedly confide with them. Nothing could be even better!
A Chinese proverbs goes as 人心隔肚皮, which means that hardly could one understands what your so-called friend is thinking about especially when you’re stuck in quagmire. Maybe your friend is thinking about something malicious to harden the dilemma or the difficulty you’re suffering through and encountering, but still pretends to be kind-hearted. In TV we often see ghosts or vampires to hurt or kill people, however, I think sometimes human beings would be even more malevolent than those fiends or demons. When the fiends appear, you’ll immediately know their grisly nature. On the contrary, when a person stands in front of you, you won’t at once know him/her if this guy is devil or kind-hearted. In many cases a devil person pretends to be a kind man, probably you even regard him/her as your close friend, but when you’re confronted with hard time, his/her devil character is eventually revealed and the guy acts to hurt you to benefit him/herself. The more wretched you become, the happier the devil guy will be. If you fall into the inferno, the devil guy will fully enjoy their deeds and the delightment climbs up to climax.
With the pets you don’t have to worry about these. If the host does good to the lovely chimp, the lovely just becomes truly pleased and does kindness back to the host sincerely. They know how to show back appreciation.
Today has witnessed another fiasco in my life time. I felt intensely disappointed about my performance in da GRE test after the conclusion. Almost as da first ppl going out da exam centre, feeling my head really ache and heavy, I juz tried to flee away as soon as possible. Sigh… Probably it marks a great turning point in my life, and mayb hereafter I’l deviate from my dreams further and further. I must confess tht I’m no an optimistic, as I often make underestimates. However, it’s much different from what I used to b; in fact, I tended to b sanguine with myself before when I was a child. After so many pummelings, I gradually n finally became somber. I was too naive; this world’s harsh for me. For many times I tried to escape n get rid of da mundaneness, yet only vainly. I clearly remember my vower in my childhood tht when growing up I’d choose to b a recluse, living in somewhere teemed with dense tropical jungle, without pains, anxieties, irk, reputation or abuse, juz myself alone, everyday accompanying perky animals, beholding blooming n desiccation of flowers until da day when I fell to da ground unconsciously, kissed by d earth mottled with withered leaves, flowers, as well as other remnants, whereby I eventually meet my doom, n Charon will fery my soul across da Styx to d underground world Erebus, da relm dominated by King Hades. Day after day, my corpse decomposes n mold with da soil. Indeed it’s a way of death tht is one of da most romantic as far as I can see.
But how my doom will truly b? I really don’t know. I feel pretty tired.
Now I find tht my slightly deformed right knee joint n left foot-bone, attributed to injuries when playing soccer, become even protruding than before. I’m glad tht I haven’t become disable thus far, thou some doctors hav seriously warned me n prognosticated tht years later I may well suffer from paralyzation of my legs due to abnormalities in my vertebral column due to injuries in sports as long as no sufficient care or measure is taken.
That’s my humble life…
I think, paradoxically, I’m not too pessimistic yet, in that every time when seeing da word “humble”, great characters such as Jean-Loius Pons n Joseph von Fraunhoffer come to my mind swiftly. Since my early childhood, they’v been my idols tht propelled n enliven me when I was entangled by mesh of gloom. I know I’v lost da very opportunity to become any of them, But, more importantly, they’r still in my mind, firmly, n clearly.