Chapter 161: Too many lamentable tragedies, too much happiness

Lessons God played to me on the great plasma screen of life and I shall do what Jessie did, it’s so cathartic.

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1. Just make your fucking decision instead of getting your mind so fucked over it.

2. Seriously, you think life can be held by the very thin fabric of bureacracy, rules and regulations? You need a reality check honey because people like me- exist.

3. I wish you can suck your saggy boobs and die because you’re too opinionated, self-righteous, elitist, menopausal but still pms-al woman I have ever met in my life. Hopefully, you will get fired.

4. You’ve been a good friend, but a better captain- there is none.

5. I think you’re the coolest teacher on Earth to be able to sit down and talk with the whole class for a whole period.

6. Stop asking me questions during Malay, it’s fricken annoying. My malay’s not good so buzz off.

7. I know you can teach and I know I can learn and I want to work hard. Please help me with some positive reinforcement.

8. I’m scared you’re gay.

9. I think you’re way too sensitive for your life to run smoothly. How you manage to keep so many tears in your eyes is one hell of a mystery, well- so is your haircut.

10. You tow can be the happiest couple at times, and I get jealous. At other times, you too are fighting silently and I want to do something, but I can’t.

11. I hate how we’ve not talked for a very long time and you’re off gallavanting with a fool of a friend of mine- long ago.

12. As PW leader, do.your.job.

13. I think you’re too pretentious to function, too serious and you have only that ounce of respect based on your rank above me but otherwise I wish you harm.

14. Maybe some times you think too much and you need to find friends good enough for yourself. You look so melancholic, it hurts sometimes.

15. I think you are the coolestestestest dude in MJ. like srsly.

16. Sometimes people get too carried away by their elation, by their diet of hope. I’m sorry for that.

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“Was this the face that launch’d a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?–
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.–
[Kisses her.]
Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!–
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.
I will be Paris, and for love of thee,
Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sack’d;
And I will combat with weak Menelaus,
And wear thy colours on my plumed crest;
Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel,
And then return to Helen for a kiss.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;
Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter
When he appear’d to hapless Semele;
More lovely than the monarch of the sky
In wanton Arethusa’s azur’d arms;
And none but thou shalt be my paramour!”