FOR PANTSDARIA!!!

Yo! It’s the end of the year! We cheered that it was here and now…it is STILL HERE! WHOO! YEEHAW! RIGHT ON!.....Or so you think.

It is over! The holidays are being forsaken by god, wrenched away from our miserable lives, torn to little tiny pieces and used from Christmas decorations, pounded into dust which further disintegrates into microscopic fragments of nothingness, fading into oblivion.

Ok! Enough of the self-pity! We are students! The very heart of our country! We have been through projects, tests, exams, presentations, IDMI, CHINESE! We are INVINCIBLE!!!! (During the holidays)

Onwards to the topic, I have realized that though my blog hath been about pants it has never really been about pants. SO I felt it to be very fitting to discuss on the topic about pants.
What is pants?

Is simply something we are destined to wear? A simple apparel which we carelessly throw over bodies? A useless/useful segment of garment made of two cylindrical tubules of sorts for our appendages to seek refuge in? Or is it just…pants.

It keeps us warm, shelters our mechanical transport organs from the various elements, protects our humane psychological modesty and defines our social standing in the nuclear family. Such an insignificant…thing, that we decorate ourselves with with no careful attention to what meaningful and purposeful reason it has to us.

We treat it for granted, this unique artifact passed from generation not even known to man, this odd shaped cloth shaped like two rectangles overlapping each other at the corners so gracefully and elegantly. Like a piece of art fused with a placid scenic view of mountain ranges, trees brimming with life yet the chill of autumn decaying them methodically, so that splashes of orange and magenta pervade the steady terrain of sleek cool green.

So much dedication and love was fuelled into the flawless design of pants. The invisible designers measuring the perfect angle for the two rectangles to conjoin, the concertina shaped interlocked region, the symmetrical regular halves which extend beautifully outwards at directions of truth and hope at end with such magnificence of a dying steed, hooves pounding the ground with so much vigor and health, yet how futile the struggle between life and death as even the great must one day fall.

The pants is the very mark of our identity and our very soul. Wear it to high, and people might kill you. Wear it to low, and regret ever wearing it. But wear it just at the point of perfection, the very pinnacle of social understanding and norm, the heart of the area with no name, and you will attain true enlightenment. It is at that point, that very spot where the holy haft sat, the evil haft fallen, that point of true perfection and devotion, that separates the typical ‘pants-wearer’ from the‘pants-BELIEVER’.

And with that I end this post, and remember, respect the pants, for the pants respects YOU! May the pants be with you.

I am limmingxiang putyourpantsproperly singing off.