"That's when I realized that the parable of the perfumes is really about being open-minded."
[...]
This is why perfumes are rather like people.
You know that there are some types you instantly take to, but the heart of a fragrance takes some time to appear, so never judge it by the bottle or the first spritz.
..."- Ignatius Low, Straits Times
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On the way back from RT, I decided I would write yet another line or two in honor of my passing.
The tallest tales, too timid even in their highest praise, could tell not of the splendor of my might or the art of my stroke, for upon my coming to the battlefield, even the defeated receive glory enough to salve their wounded pride.
Postnote: Too long.
Edit: Upon my coming to the field, both victory and defeat become glorious.
...Must...play...must validate.. self-worth.
Must abstain from using self-deprecatory quips to camouflage insufferable self-obsession...
Must pass IPPT.
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This is, the story of, Jimmy, the pervert, the man with the wandering hands, wandering hands, wandering hands...
It don't mean a thing if it ain't got swing.
Labels: dignified catharsis