for example, a man named Mr jones was a former drug seller, but after returning with a new identity he is now the main cash provider behind a charity which helps homeless people.
would you report him to the police?
should justice always be upheld, even if its at the expense of the welfare of the homeless?
(ps. sp knows best)
so i shall refrain from commenting excessively. No point crying over spilt milk, or bad test scores, i firmly believe. which leads me to question the purpose of the test. i mean, my qualities already so obvious. obviously damn good. ah well the vagaries of university admission that i have yet to grasp and doubt i'll ever will.
hm in a week monash should reply me. fingers crossed.
but damn even this action results in pain now. stupid bar chords. no pain no gain was what a wise man once said. though personally i feel if he was smart enough(albeit less of the sadist) he'll have gained the same by bypassing the pain, that of wish i'm planning to accomplish. sometime. soon. hopefully.
i think.
The kite runner is another great book. revolving around the life of a boy named Amir and his servant Hassan brought up in afghanistan. really intriguing story, made me remember what its like to really be unable to put down a book. though the sad part is i genuinely believed it was a factual story. until the coincidences got a little too, coincidental.
ah the olympics has been pretty interesting. though i still have yet to come to terms with woman lighting twice their body weight and having muscles as such. all along i thought only insects and arthropods were capable of pulling that off. and that was the way it should have stayed.
speaking of woman a certain friend of mine has been quite actively recently. late night escapades, raunchy in-car activities at unearthly hours. Ah glad to see your friends growing up one by one. ah the feeling of watching your hard work pay off,
priceless. for everything else theres mastercard, duh
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