Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Tuesdays With Morrie

(I suddenly adore this colont (colour+font) quite very much.)

Tuesdays With Morrie is not a book.
Its not one of those self-help life maunals which i revel in, neither is it a run-of-the-mill novel that aspires only to entertain.

Tuesdays With Morrie is a NECESSITY. Is is a fundamental, essential portion of our lives, incorporated into every single thing we do, decide or think.

It is not comprehensive, but it is sine qua non, a much needed wake up call on how, quote Morrie,

"So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when their busy doing things they think is important.

This is because their chasing the wrong things. The way to get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to the community around you, and devote yourself to something that gives you purpose and meaning.".

We all know Morrie is right.
Because he is.

But todays society tries to convince otherwise, and if you know the culture of today doesnt work, DONT BUY IT. DONT BUY ALL THE SEEMINGLY HUMDRUM AND CUSTOMARILY TYPICAL WAY OF LIFE. Because its wrong. But it has been incorporated into everyone of our systems, that its okay to have sex with a guy because you feel like it, that its okay to allow our life to revolve around a TV drama, or to manifest every second of our life on the computer.

I guess the most important thing is to get your priorities straight. Focus, Live, Learn, and LOVE.

What a great life ahead.

When i got my IC done today, (omg i look a crap in the photo. I kept telling the man who was taking the picture to retake them until he got slightly annoyed. BUT SERIOUSLY every single time i need a picture that would haunt me everytime someone looks at my wallet, I LOOK LIKE IM MAD. Either mad at someone, or mad as in INSANE.)

Lucky the lady at the counter didnt comment on the photo. But she kept exclaming

"What a cute thumb!"

while she was grabbing it and squishing it in the inkpad. She smooshed it quite a number of times, but it came out slighty fat and gross.

"Hahaha, we need to do it again, you have a VERY cute thumb, yknow, girl"

So now i become very self conscious when the counter people want my thumbprint.

GAH.

HOCRWABBIE.
I have 11 minutes to get to schoooooool for dance prac. HAHAHA its gonna be hilarious. Me and Ali are supposed to think up some unembarrassing dance steps for our sexy wing, Lumen.

That is close to impossible.

I dont cheograph dances. I try my utmost to grasp dance steps which OTHER people make up.

Most of the time, my attempts are pathetic.

Damn.
9 Mins.

Gonna have to make a run to school.

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