Looking through blog realised its not been updated for ages. Old cock did not even put up a match report for our game 2 weeks ago. As such i shall fill the pages with some words of wisdom. Firstly school is tough man. I tink 2 years of NS comes along with a 95% degradation of watever brain we had left after 200% usage of it in JC.As such we basically have an over taxed brain which is subsequently reduced in size leaving us with basically a skull to work out why pv=nrt and why f=k q1xq2/rxr and why ksp=[a][b], which is wat we studied in jc but was probably all in the 95% of brain which was taken.
Another note to add is that i think peeps staying in hall should have 10% added to their final score cos basically instead of facilitating studying with reduced travel time, it hinders your uni education with increased external distractions. I mean after lessons its either mahjong or soccer or talking cock or going out or mambo....... Can see my 1st class honours floating away into the horizon......
Ok thats about that. And can the SMU boys please psycho Lee Kong Chien for that treat.
tis sunday match is @ YIO CHU KANG SEC
be there 230pm SHARP
vs ADIB's team
(hatta will be playing for them..n probly nas e rock)
those whu haf yet to revert on attendance pls do so immediately!
OK guys i'm going to have a bout of textual diarrhoea, so if you guys are not ready for it please stop reading now!!!
If anyone of you had read Stephen Cohen (aka the 7 Habits person), you will probably be familiar with this. "Begin with the end in mind". In his book, he asks people to carry out a simple mental exercise involving visualisation. If any botak is feeling a tinge of inspiration, now is a good time to try this exercise. You are supposed to visualise your own funeral (touch wood), everything from the way you are dressed, to the decoration of wherever you may be. Most importantly, visualise who is present, and what they are saying about your life. What would you want them to be saying?
Paulo Coelho, in his book THE PILGRIMAGE, had to undergo one similarly morbid visualisation exercise on his religious pilgrimage along the Road To Santiago. He was supposed to imagine that he was lying in his coffin, but he could see everything that was happening. People throwing soil and offering flowers to him. Relatives weeping as he was lowered into the ground. He even described the worms beginning to eat through his flesh, and all these while, he had full conciousness of what was going on.
I guess there must really be something about dying... even self help gurus and pilgrims seeking enlightenment, they are all borrowing inspiration from it. To the self help guru, death is an end, and how you want that end to be will be determined by how you live. To the pilgrim, there is no way to experience life if you have not experienced death. Personally, i began to see the whole picture fall into place last sunday night.
I never had good imagination, so visualisation exercises were to me, just mambo jambo bullshit. But on sunday night, i saw for myself what Cohen and Coelho were trying to say. I was at the wake of my OG facilitator. From the distant carpark where i stood for most of the night, i looked into the parlour. People walking up to pay their last respects. People crying. Parents and relatives moving in robotic, expressionless motions. Friends gathering outside, speaking in whispered hushes. The drone of Buddhist Prayers. It struck me how life can really be so fragile. All your years of planning for your career,your graduation, your masters, that fashionable car, that big bungalow, all brought to an abrupt halt. To think we've taken for granted that we will surely graduate from Uni... hur... this made me re-examine my beliefs straight away.
On behalf of the BOTAKGANG, i express our deepest sympathy for his family and friends. May he find peace where he may be.