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Entries this day: AM Headphones inner_child outdoor_refrigeration AM 10:43am JST Monday 18 February 2008 (day 13844) I woke up around 5:30 this morning, lolled around for a bit refusing to embrace the cold. Finally got up around 6am and meditated for about 30 minutes, and then.. fell asleep for 30 minutes. Bah. I didn't really want to have done that, but the irresistable pull to slumber was irresistable! I got an email from Yurika asking if we could change our lesson to Wednesday or Friday. I sent confirm Ami would be busy on Wednesday. For breakfast I ate the food Ami made for my lunch, and I made a change to ctbriefs.net admin page. Read some of book 3 of Atlantean Secrets, got the answer from Ami and replied to Yurika and missed my appointed time to leave. Ah well. Still made it to work just after 10. permalinkHeadphones 12:23pm JST Monday 18 February 2008 (day 13844) Finished checking a bit over half of Yurika's homework. She's been practicing listening and spelling (and typing!) via transcription of some short "Earthmate" audio clips produced by English Vitamin. Now listening to remix.nin.com. Sweet beats. permalinkinner child 9:24pm JST Monday 18 February 2008 (day 13844) Went to Helma's for my second ISIS session. Didn't "feel" anything physically, but I definitely came across something interesting. Apparently I disconnected from a perception I had as a child after being unable to explain it adequately and being scolded, "don't be silly." Wow. Huge tears; gasping; crying; limitless. Then back into relaxation and enjoying painting as a child. "what kind of painting?" Finger painting. "do you like it?" Yeah. "Why?" Touching colors.... don't make a mess. and then crying crying crying I have to go outside and I can't paint any more. Damn. More tears though no gasping. I can climb trees outside. Let's hear it for the inner child! More painting, less computers. The grammar mistake bugs the adult in me, but that's how it came out. - - - - Fortunately, I colored while sitting here at the Indian restaurant to the tune of undulating dancing bodies on Bollywood TV here. permalinkoutdoor refrigeration 12:01am JST Tuesday 19 February 2008 (day 13845) Keeping my new thing of soy milk outside tonight, for easy access to cereal in the morning. Word. permalinkprev day next day |