I have just proven how bad I am that even the gates of death wouldn't open for me, that bad. I just thought I was about to confront God and I was ready to spit on His but it was not Him, to my disappointment. If I was the dumbest person living on Earth today then next in my life would be my doctor. I just couldn't imagine that some of them spent years to study diseases and about the human body when her findings about my endless vomiting is a viral infection. Gawd! What is the use of those instruments and needless pricking that they have done if they couldn't figure out properly what has happened? Anyway I just found out that it is never good to die if I make a mess or my body makes a mess. I remembered that when I was vomiting already that they even shouted at me to clean up my mess. What if I have use a knife to cut the vein in my neck or to cut my wrist? Would they also let me clean it after I was declared dead? Amazing.
Anyway, I have to live life and no more Whitney Houston or Celine Dion music for the mean time and no more Gregorian and Enya. I have to live with Lady Gaga and Britney Spears for one week and hope it would make a difference. I also decided to stop reading autobiographies for the mean time, they make feel more sad. I don't know why even though I read about the life of people who are famous and is a source of inspiration to others I am saddened while reading about their lives.
I am still into Greek Mythology and I am about to finish reading about the Iliad but since this a new month, I have to start reading into a new book. I am hoping to read Norman Mailer's Ancient Evenings but after reading a few pages my low IQ could not comprehend what he is trying to say. I know it was about a mummy but the names are so hard for me to pronounce and I couldn't even remember them. And so I settled for Jane Hamilton's The Short History of a Prince. I like the synopsis it says... a story about a boy. Hmm, interesting. I should read more often about them.