I have a habit of reading my blog and I am sure that there are people who do the same. My blog, which some friends described as very self revealing is actually a documentation of my thoughts and events that happened. And please, for heaven's sake, do not trust my blog too much. Since it is for public, obviously I will not portray myself as a less attractive and kind person. (again, please do not trust this entry too much, it is merely another vicious attempt to illustrate my self mocking habit)
I cannot believe I wrote sometimes about Lorem Ipsum. Just think of it as the brain damage after long hours of desktop publishing. Some trivial updates for you if you have finished trimming your pubic hair.
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Study
Class started this Wednesday and it is definitely a wrong week to have it. Was rushing for a couple of deadlines again but I made sure I left the office on time at 6pm. I have exactly 30 min to get to school. School is located inside a nice commercial building. Very comfortable, almost brand new and nicely furnished. It is also a stone's throw away from Centrepoint and my classmates (mainly the girls and the gay) are feeling miserable that they cannot shop in the late evenings.
One thing I was wondering throughout the week is whether my classmates have a job. I usually reach school at 645 and the whole class is already settled down and listening attentively. Come on, is that possible at all? Are there still companies with the nice 8 to 5 jobs?
The school got two wonderful lecturers who never failed to wake me up by their stories of unusual counseling sessions and unconventional counselors. One of them, whom my favorite lecturer Marie Sutherland described as a female counselor who wears 5 inches high stiletto and paints her nails in front of her clients. These two Australians hated to use powerpoints or slides, they spoke freely and it is really more like listening to stories. Very helpful when you worked for 8 hours and the last thing you want is lecturer reading off the screen.
One of the warm up exercise we had was a questionnaire thingy where you list four things about yourself and one of them is a fake one. Then you talked to as many people as possible and guess which is the fake one from their lists. I talked to 20 people and these are mainly the things they list about themselves:
a. I am married with XX (add in the figure) kids
b. I like cooking
c. I can cook very well
d. I like dancing
e. I can dance very well
f. I am 26 years old
g. I like singing
h. I can singing very well
I am just lost for words with the limited range. Almost 15 out of the 20 people list these. And how do you expected me to pick 'I am 26 years old" as the fake one. It is a taboo to ask women's age.
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Photo
I was asked to look for a old photo today. It is from a workshop OC did 2 years ago. In the process, I saw how I looked 2 yrs ago. I lost 5 kgs over the past one month or so. One of the photos was Jeremy and Ben and I shown them today. Both of them looked so different today. Life is almost fast forward for the past two years. I guess it is really time for me to do a 10 years review on my life. This year will be a slow one for me with lots of adjustment to be made.
I always think events, regardless of its nature and ending, happened for a purpose. It is like a kueh lapis, layer upon layer to enrich my life. People I met, things I did and small and major hiccups are all for me to understand myself and my surrounding more. The thought of stop learning will frighten me and I will rather rot away. I think I am going into that 'my life story' crap again. Noone can tell their life stories. It can only be told by someone else since the story do not end until you go away. In some cases, stories can continue by others.
215am... time to sleep. Sunday class starts at 9am. Is that actually humane?
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