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Why would you feel sorry for someone who gets to opt out of the inane courteous formalities which are utterly meaningless, insincere, and therefore degrading? This kid doesn't have to pretend to be interested in your back pain, or your excretions, or your grandma's itchy place. Can you imagine how liberating it would be to live a life free of all the mind-numbing social niceties? I don't pity this kid. I envy him. - Dr. Gregory House (House MD Season 3, Episode 4 - Lines in the Sand)

In "Lines in the Sand," our brilliant and acerbic anti-hero treats an autistic kid who sees worms swimming in his eyes. The team of course, exchange opinions about the case and the patient in between treatments and differential diagnosis sessions, thus the quote above. House's thing with that ohlala! thong girl is also resolved, much to my disappointment. But all in all, this is my favorite House: MD episode to date.


Subsequently, I recalled a few conversations and discussions I had with a few people before about how we always have a choice. We do, don't we? We can always choose to yank that idiot who shoved you aside for a seat on the MRT off his (or her) butt and out of the train, but we don't. That's a choice, isn't it? Although not one we really like.

See, the thing is--unless you want to live like a hermit in some secluded forest, away from all the joys of movies, mp3s, dvds, books, games - basically technology and modern comfort--you'll always have to live with the rules society sets for us. So that's almost like not having a choice, isn't it?


The reason I dislike Mondays is because it signals the beginning of another 5 days of waking up to the alarm and trudging through the same old working routine. It reminds me how much I need to keep my job because unnecessarily leeching off my parents' is bad, and because I can't live on just getting rackets here and there. Only rich people can afford to do what they want. They always have their money to fall back on. Of course, I will readily admit that I'm being bitter here, but it's also a fact that whether it be screwing around, or starting a business, only people with money to spare can successfully breeze through the days without breaking a sweat. And please don't lecture me on how many other people have less, because as I said, there are other people on both sides of the spectrum. If you want to be content in wallowing in whatever social cesspool you're in right now, don't pull me in with you.


Ugh. It's barely half a day and I'm sleepy already.


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One last thing before I hit the sack.

I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo.

Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.


Serendra, on a hot, Saturday afternoon: