A little tough, life is. Bike course is really getting on my nerves, not motivated by desires to do well no more, rather, by hopes of not getting extra training. I guess I am sensitive to teaching practices but really, our dearest force cannot teach. I am trying not to use sensitive words here... They really can't teach. Screaming and shouting isn't teaching, it is plain barbaric. We find ourselves getting annoyed more often then motivated. So please, get some help and start teaching the way teaching is made to be!

Some messaging with a senior has brought me many insights about a certain UK university. I guess many of us have lofty dreams, dreams of high piling cash and impressive job-scopes. But I guess the truth of it is that many of us are unwilling to take a step back and reexamine the true purpose of our existence. I mean, this is cliché and all, but there must be a rationale, a destination waiting to be discovered by each and every one of us. Most of it will not be wonderful things like being the president or leading a pack of cultists to their death bed. Mostly, it would revolve around mundane principles such as being a great Mother or fighting with a room mate for more room space. Truth is, hard as it is to accept, most of us aren't made THAT special. I know mommy also said that we are each special and have great things to accomplish in life, but for every Kung Fu Panda there needs to be 5 ‘Fiery 5' who really were accompanying elements. Right? I understand that it isn't exactly an easy acceptance but that's that. That is why I think it is time we re-evaluate our reasons. Not everyone is made to be a doctor, lawyer, banker... Some of us are destined to do good deeds in plain polo-tees and faded jeans. Plain old Jane-s.

And friends, there are many small things in life that can cheer us, maybe for a short time yes but surely it will. For me, today, it is BodyShop's apple blossom body mist. Thank you BS!