** This post has nothing to do with Van Gogh -- except for the author's mental state that remotely resembles the great painter **
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It's been one of those days when making a decision on an easy topic is as taxing as solving algorithm problem. So, it's only obvious when facing with a difficult problem, trying to decide the best course to take is just mind goggling.
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On the other hand, I can absolutely say that I hate hospitals, doctors, medications -- anything that has to do with the medical system.
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I should be listening to the voices inside me, that soft whisper coming from the heart. Yeah, I should listen to that. The more I listen to it, the clearer its message will be. It will ultimately lead me towards the right direction.
The smartest thing my doctor has ever said to me.
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Saturday's evening: caught a movie called 'The Counterfeiter', which won the Oscar for best foreign film. The story is about a group of Jewish printers/artists who were forced to make counterfeit money (Pound & Dollar) in a concentration camp. Operation Bernhard it was called - after inspector Bernhard Kruger. The goal at the beginning was to flood the British market with counterfeit money causing inflation, but since the forged money was so perfect, the Nazi decided they would use the money themselves.
I like the movie overall although the movie drags on in the middle especially at the failure to replicate the dollar. This is where the movie tries to explore the ideal of one person against the lives of fellow mates. Is it the right thing to do?
Best phrase from the movie has to be when a young Jewish artist gave a picture to Sally and said 'The Academy didn't like my style of paintings. But, who cares? I like it and it is my painting'.
Well said, mate.
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