RE:RE:RE:double doji on the weekly chart
Phonse47 wrote: I have missed your wit these past days. Good to see you and Aurum back with some posts. I am thinking to add to my holdings .Even more so now hearing cup and handle formation. Hopefully late April.does not miss next leg up.
I remember you telling me you want to double your position by end of April; that's when you're able to get the funds. You can buy now on credit and pay back later if you strongly believe the gains you make will be greater than the interest you will have to pay for the loan.
I wish I have your problem. After all, it's only money; you can always make more. My problem is not about Fire the investment; it's about the fire in my heart.
I'm sitting here, thinking about what to do. What the hell to do with my life. My nerves are as tensile as a steel hawser.
I've waited for so long for him to come. He and I will run a 50-km marathon; we'll climb Mount Everest; hitchhike all over Africa. I know inside this delicate body of mine is a rebel.
But like a twist of fate, I've only dated Asian men. 100% of them have either a PhD in Engineering or an MD. I pretty much just alternated between a scientist and a doctor. They would take me out to dinner, see a movie, exchange a few kisses. Then he dropped me home.
Then on this beautiful summer afternoon, as I was waiting to get my coffee. Stood next to me was this tall and charming man. He looked at me and smiled, "Hello. You're very beautiful! May I know your name, or can I just call you Mine?" That threadbare pick-up line sounded really funny when spoken by him. "Haha..hehe..I'm Lily. You'd make a great comedian." "I wish, but I'm not one. I'm Ashley - Dr. Ashley Wilkes." "Nice to know you, Ashley." "You live close by?" "Yes." "That's great! This should be easy on my wallet. No long distance phone calls. Speaking of calls, I don't think I have your number." I didn't give him my phone number, but I gave him my email.
The next day when I checked my email, there were more than a dozen messages from him. I thought he was nuts. I never responded to any one of them. It was just him and his monologues. After four months, Ashley sent me a message entitled "Goodbye!" In this email, he said he's not a stalker. I already knew where he worked at, his background, his career achievements. The risks of going out with him was nonexistent. He asked me why not give him a chance, give myself a chance and give us a chance.
We met again. And he never let me go.
He'd be a dream come true for the vast majority of women out there: intelligent, well-educated, responsible, and financially well-off. He just couldn't light the fire in my heart. I was hoping that with time, his love will gradually fade. But to my astonishment, it only becomes more ardent. It's suffocating and sometimes I feel unbreathable.
Putting this all in James Blunt's (slightly modified) words:
It's time to face the truth:
I don't know what to do with you.
I'm seriously thinking about talking to Grandpa RidingRockets. He'll show me how to light a joint of 7Acres so I can smoke my Ashley Wilkes sorrows away.