A regular muggle living in an all to muggle-world, a little part of me died when I realised I'd never get to go to Hogwarts. I want to be 11 again. But it's too late, cause Severus Snape's already dead. So is Michael Jackson. Why am I always just a little too late? p.s. Cool blogskin eh?

Someone very wise once asked us, what is the most important part of the body?
( actually is it was just this morning )

Various answers cropped out.
BICEPS! ( someone always says that )

Brain! ( It's really important, without it we're retarded. But I don't know why this answer was rejected )

Abs?? ( Nah, if it was that, fat people, I mean more fortunate people, would have balik kampung long time ago )

THE DOWN THERE ( Heyy.. It's important too okay.. )

We got exasperated and said, the whole body DAMMIT!

The answer is...



Where're there's love, there's pain...

The shoulder.
A place to to love one
to cry on
to lean on
a place where everything will seem okay.

Even though we may still live without a shoulder ( I can't imagine how but I'm sure we'll still be alive ) , when others feel sad, broken and torn down, where is our role as friends?
Therefore, the shoulder is the most important part of the body.
Even though our body may be still alive, but if we're emotionally dead, what is the difference between life and death?

I don't really understood what I typed , but it came from the heart. =)