Everything will fall into place

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Today was a great day. It was not great because it had many bad days in the background, though that did make it stand out a little more than it would have.

The hand phone is an object that controls many of our lives. With it, we would be expected to be contactable by our friends, teachers and family members. Often, calls made to you would end up in you having to do something for someone, though it could also be someone calling with an opportunity for you to be somewhere doing something. Either way, the hand phone binds us to reality and disallow us to enjoy the time we can spend alone collecting our thoughts. It was really fortunate that I had the opportunity to feel the liberty that comes from forgetting to bring my hand phone to school today. However, after a little bit of running up and down the school whenever I needed to find somebody, I decided that the hand phone is a really useful social device, right next to an iPod. Hmmm, that makes the iPhone the best.

Physics SPA was frankly quite enjoyable. It was not too easy to the extent that there is no sense of accomplishment and it was not too hard to the extent that I might actually lose marks. In case I spoil this enjoyable SPA experience for the other people out there who have yet to take it, I am unable to type any more about it. So instead, I shall insert a paragraph about my afternoon here:

After school, I had a really packed schedule. Basically, I had to choose between bridge training, ultimate training and Physics remedial. It is situations like this that you are able to see how you juggle your time. Unless you suck at juggling your time, in which case you get to see whats most important to you. With some skill, I went for bridge, then rushed to Physics remedial, sat through the whole thing (seriously, I was just sitting down and not doing anything else. Not even thinking), scurried back down for bridge, hurried over to the main field for ultimate where a scrimmage awaited me and I had the joy of playing about 10 points in a row because there were too little people, and finally dash back to the amphitheater to meet up with some of the bridge people for dinner. To make up for the previous sentence being so long, the next sentence will be short. Really short.

D is for disgust. Feeling disgusted has very privative roots. Our body is programmed to keep itself save, and one of these dangers that it tried to keep away from is anything that might make you sick. Thus, when you see something like a splat green slime or food with ants crawling happily all over, we would feel disgusted. It is our body's way of telling us not to go anywhere near them. Over the ages, this emotion could be used loosely to describe feeling unhappy over something. For example, you could describe bullying in school as a disgusting phenomenon, to show your discontent for it even though it is not really true to the original emotion of disgust.

P.S. In tribute to Yensen, I shall add a post script stating that he won me in Super Smash Bros. Brawl. Not that it is very hard to do so.

xw 6:42 AM