Knife

Here's what i've picked-up awhile ago in my Pathophysiology class: When stabbed by a knife, be thankful the stabber leaves that knife penetrated in your chest. It could save your life. The knife acts as a 'seal' to avoid atelectasis.

-i wrote it down mixed with my notes but at the back of my mind, i knew how much i meant it to be noted apart from the lessons i have to memorize. the knife engraves on the tree trunk so much, it hurts.

Social graces

Why do you care so much what others might think of you? Why do we always have to be in camouflage to conform to a society? -a society that as far as I know, is a crapoo and nonetheless imperfect in itself. Why do we have to be shameful of the things that make us human? then call ourselves human apart from the other species that crawls in the surface of this damned planet? And why do you have to treat others as dirt? Is it because you, in all your redefinition of yourself, are accorded as clean? Why do you kneel down on those that you think are highly? Is it an act of putting dirt upon your knee-cap or is it your stupid way of leveling yourself down with the reference of an invisible axis you imposed upon your mind? Why do you care about being contented? Is there anything apart from who you really are that would fill your apetite for happiness?

Is there such thing as capillarity in our society? -Adhesion: respect for indivual differences but still enacting to raise each other to a more efficient level.
No. i think we're more of a cohesive society: sticking just to those who are willing to conform and depriving chances for those people who are true enough to fake it.