i had a strange dream that night.
i dreamt that i was robbed in my own house, and was shot in the head. left side. i didn't die though, was still walking around, not much blood. getting shot wasn't scary, or rather, i didn't remember it.

it's death looming over your head that's scary.

after that (in the dream) i was still walking around, doing my stuff as usual. my the bullet in the head was bothering me all the time. i keep remembering its presence, and no matter what i do, i need to plan for the in-case-i-die-after-this. you really don't know when you're just gonna drop dead.

maybe when i'm free, i'll think about all the morals/principles/preachy stuff i can draw inferences from this dream.

but i didn't like the bullet in my head.

posted by Yee 12:01 PM

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尊重上级室天职
尊重同级是本分
尊重下级是美德
尊重客人是常识
尊重对手是风度
尊重所有人是教养

posted by Yee 10:59 AM

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If your life were a movie, would it be good?
- I think that kinda depends on the director huh?



If you give me a glass of water, filled up to half, I can't tell you if it's half empty or half full.
To me, it's just half a glass of water. But if you insist I pick one, I need to know if it's EXACTLY half. Guess that makes me anal retentive as well.

posted by Yee 4:09 PM

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