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Holds the key to her future, is that the key to truth? wongmlk@hotmail.com Shall take ourselves to a level higher. Just because we can. We shall always be happy and do whatever we want so that we would leave this world with no regrets. This is our life to live and we should answer to no one else but ourselves. We owe our lives to no one. To speak about freedom, but not being sure if we can achieve that. But we try. I never mentioned how we should all take risks, but only calculated ones. Never do something that your conscience can't live by, you don't want to face sleepless nights. The pursuit of happiness might not be with anyone else. The pursuit of happiness can be attained by walking the road alone. There are reasons why you remain alone, but many don't understand why you choose to be alone - they can't see why you're perfectly lonely. Archives
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Friday, August 07, 2009
House is not very homely Ah, sorry dear Cherie for leaving you out in the previous post. It was just a post to update my blog. And I totally forgot all about that post. Well, doesn't matter does it. It doesn't impact your life. Nevermind, the main point of this post is to mark this phase of my life where I'm addicted to the American drama serial - House. ( Ah, am I turning into Manyau?!) Ha, but House is addictive . . . (My mom's looking through my Progress Report. Haha, 12 percent for Chemistry. How cool is that. Oh and typing progress report makes me think of the story Flowers For Algernon! On how Charlie spells Progris Repot.) . . . Okay, yes House is addictive. Back to the main point. He is a wretched and tortured soul, and that makes me think he is great. I've mentioned how much affinity I have with tortured souls. Maybe inside me that part of my brain's so addicted to seeing others mask up the torture they are going through..Or maybe I just admire them. When I type such stufffff, thoughts go throug my brain so quickly I can't compose them, furthermore type them out. These neurons just keep firing info to and fro like lil cannons. Irritating really. And maybe this happens in General Papers as well, that's why I can't come up with coherent sentences. Which makes my GP grade D. Ha, now I see the link. Oh and House is bad for young people who are actually aspiring to be doctors in the near future. Because in real life, we can't take as much risks! There aren't as much opportunities and chances for you to flunk. So Haha. It's bad. You think you can be a doc that has as much personality as House?? Ah, dream on he is just a fictional character. Oh I'm sorry I'm not trying to feed the idea that you would never become one. Oh, who actually wants to turn into him? People call him a jerk. Maybe I can pick up something from him... Confidence. Believing in what you believe. But then again doubt the word believe. Ha, okay confusion sets in now. But I know what I'm saying and... House makes me think that building walls around yourself is fine. But I'll try to build invisible walls... Not that the walls are detectable now. It's that I'll make falls that people totally don't realise its there. Walls that are never felt by others except me. And no one knows and detects and no one can tell me that: Hey, I know you're building walls... Hopefully I don't get addicted to painkillers and pop them like candies like he does. How un-cool if I get a limp too. I'm a tortured soul inside, I don't need to be cripple to feel more, it'll turn me numb. Not bad either ways actually! Until I find the phase in life where these walls don't mean shit to me :D Ah, till then. Walls walls walls... Not coming down anytime soon. (A thought came to me. Selectively permeable walls?) Haha. Ciao |
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