All right...two weeks ago i was asked to go for a mastry study program in my JC...because of my sucky, hellish results. At first, I behaved totally like a little kid...i was like thinking of endless amounts of excuses to get myself out...but i had to go in the end...but guess what? I did not regret going at all...or at least...not as much as i expected...
We were taught various techniques such as mind-mapping, drawing pictures to understand things better, form a story to aid us in memory work...yea...it was quite funny the way they did it. Simply...hilarious. So anywayz, the trainers were telling us about a gazillion stories and making us laugh until we tear. Pretty cool huh? I only remembered a couple of them...one included memory aids...one of the Principles of Memory was "Outstanding" if a male tutor were to enter a class n write a formula, the chances of us remembering is quite low...however...if he were to enter wearing a bikini suit...we'd rmb the formula for life right? WRONG! I'd forget the formula but i'd remember the tutor for life!
It was quite informative...i learnt about how society will be like once i officially finish my education...how the working world is...little bits of tips n advices here and there...really useful...how to overcome various challenges...we were also taught on how to have the correct mindset when faced with problems. All in all it was very useful...although...the second day...was a disaster
Apparently they made us all really emotional by asking us to imagine our less-liked parent on a hospital bed n dying! I was like...excuse me? Exactly what are they trying to pull here? I mean..it only motivated me for like...less than 10 minutes...immediately after we were asked to open our eyes...i treated everything like it was a dream...n forgot every single thing...i realised most of them had fallen asleep during the talk....*shrugs* i thought it might work...but definitely not for me...
I love the part where they taught us on Life in general the most. Cause...it teaches everyone 2 cherish n appreciate everything we've got..treasure our loved ones, relish everything we are given. That was how i'm brought up by my father. N i enjoyed his teachings very well.
As part of the closing ceremony...SOME of us volunteered to go up...me being one of them. My daddy was reali proud..my mum was reali...NOT proud...in fact she was quite pissed tat i went up to make an impromptu speech...*sniffle sniffle* Oh i realised one thing...i was basically the ONLY girl who went up and did not cry...the rest of the girls shed tears n i was quite shocked. I thought...am i human or am i a cyborg? No matter though...I spoke wad i truly felt inside to everyone...of course minus the negative parts...or else i'd probably be thrown into a cauldron of boiling oil!
That was basically it...oh...wait...one more extra no-link detail. They played the theme from DOTA: Return of the Ancients n i was so excited abt it...tt was how some ppl got to noe i play DOTA.
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