yay! going back to cedar for teacher's day (hopefully, now that there arent sales.)
the realisation that promos are in about 5 weeks is gradually sinking in. not really, has sunk in. its all anyone can talk about. time to start chipping away at that mountain.
haix. maybe i need an ejector seat.
to the moon.
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my mind was sort of poisoned yesterday. can literally feel the seeping of evil thoughts into the wet sponge of my brain. (wet sponge -then how come i don't absorb anything during chem lectures? is there something called selective absorption)
aikido seems to be my blotter. set out all 49 mats by myself ^^ maybe the way to rinse out evil thoughts is through sweat.
ok. have to practice kneewalking! :D
yknow, i used to hear religious people say that "the devil has poisoned your mind," and i always thought it was kinda dumb to blame someone else for the direction (albeit wayward) of your thoughts. but i guess this is what they meant, cos it sure feels like it.
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ok. the most inspiring thing this week was C KUNALAN'S TALK! (my aim will be to find and remember one life enriching thing each week.)
before he started talking everyone was being very uncooperative (inc me) cos we were disgruntled we had to stay back and listen to a guy talk. opportunity cost very the high, no?
but as he talked to us about his life (gradually straying away from the original topic of "Olympic values")we got to listening very closely. he's a great storyteller; i like his theory on before he was born.
that somewhere when you were a minus (or unborn, same thing) in the spiritual cosmos (or willie wonka's chocolate factory :D) before you are assigned to appear on earth you go through an enlistment camp, whereby they give you all the equipment you will need for your stay on earth. sometimes you get good stuff; sometimes you get faulty stuff; and once you're equipped, there's no time for an exchange; you gotta move your butt down to the blueandgreen ball.
and he was born a sprinter - fast nerves, but short legs. (someone was playing a practical joke. :D)
anyway, he's a great storyteller. kept us laughing most of the time, but through it all, i think we were constantly being touched by his larger than life nature :)he really looks like Gandhi though.
oh, and he told us the story of Drogba too (i remembered his name cos i thought he said "drug bar" and got a shock. bleh.) maybe its a little sensationalist, but its still remarkable. nicely done, dude :)
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everything has ended up this way, cos people are afraid to die.
