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"In this last year with the school, stay and leave behind a legacy."

This were the exact words the teacher in charge of Creative Circle told me when I attended my first ever C.C meeting. Once these words popped out of her mouth, I knew it wouldn't be that simple. But I accepted the task anyway. Which is something I do not regret, but merely need to reflect.

C.C again today, and I had to conduct a lecture on the techniques of 'Interviewing' despite the thumping inside my head which almost convinced me I had a rock band in there. Fortunately, the lesson went smoothly, with me and my fellow peers having many a good laughs in the process.



I had divided them into 2 groups to brainstorm for a mock interview I had them to undertake.

And before you start wondering. Yes, this is the ACES Gallery. I thought I could get the library, but never mind that now, the impacts of the loss of air-con has already reared its ugly head.

Looking at today's attendance of members, I found out that C.C is practically a female-dominated club. As in like numbers, of course. Today, as many members were absent, only a portion managed to turn up, and I realised that they were all girls except for me and Hann Shen.

Thinking about it, even if I added the rest of the members in, the club would still perhaps be 80% female-population.

Which was just as well, actually. I'm sure I wouldn't receive such a warm welcome as today if the situation had been different. Girls are easier to charm, guys require much more hammering to get them to listen to you. (Something which I've learnt the harsh way through coaching my male juniors in M.A.P.S)

Truth is, I think I'm beginning to blend into C.C easier now. As compared to 2 weeks ago, I had several feelings of unease.



This is one my groups poring through the Scenario Sheet I gave them.


Although I can consider today's lesson a success, it is only partial. The lesson was supposed to be much more detailed. In fact, I stayed up to 2 in the morning last night to type out a lesson plan. However, due to the absence of my partner in teaching, and the low turnout for today, my lesson was shortened. Considerably.

Which brings me to think about the effort I put into all these work. I've been thinking... all these, it's not as if I'm getting paid to do the job, why does my enthusiasm towards being a teacher surges all of a sudden?

Well, I guess it's because I tend to be more or less a perfectionist when it comes to doing work I strongly believe in. I used to believe that in whatever work we do, anything short of 100% is 0%. However, when you start sleeping at half the number of hours recommended for human rest almost on a daily basis, you are forced to rethink your stand.

Maybe I should just...

Ah.

Flush them all to hell.


Which links my train of thought to something else...

The relationship between passion and logic. I've been thinking about my ambitions these few days, and involuntarily I think back upon the attractive option of being a...


Drift Racing Driver.

Frankly speaking, I gave up on being this quite some time ago. I realised that logic kept screaming at me about the low prospects and high dangers of being in such a sport. I wouldn't want my loved ones to worry about me everytime I step behind the wheel.

But.

I thought, fine. So what if I get a job sitting on a gigantic swivel chair in some office which you can't differentiate from a luxuriantly decorated hotel bathroom (Yes, that's how I see them offices.)? And like so, I thought again.

People rethink their decisions at many points in their lives, and more often than not they find new alternatives. Or reopen an old but one newly-discovered to be even more appealing than ever. Cars to me are like... like... It is indescribable. I've always felt naturally magnetised to them.

So, I told myself. Screw logic.

If I'm gonna die on a racetrack, engulfed in flames from my car's fuel tank, so be it. It is my principle to make a decision and to not ever regret it. Should I really become a racing driver and risk my own life, it is mine to risk. Even when I go up in smoke, I'll make sure my ashes will write "This is my passion." on the tarmac.


Well, do pardon me if I sound agitated despite not being anywhere near the age-limit for igniting an engine. My sudden mention of being a racing driver may seem as surprising as waking up with your face up your ass in the morning, but I do have underlying meanings beneath which I do need to express.

As a general clue, I'm just comparing the lifestyles of 2 very different types of people. One who has made the ultimate decision to dedicate one's life to something he is willing to die doing, and another who feels that leading a conservative life with your wife and 2 kids is what they would call happiness.

As they say, Life has no value when there isn't something you can die for.