Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Ajar
It's the last week of holidays already and i'm panicking. Can you tell i'm panicking? I am. I have several projects and i can't seem to prioritise because they're all screaming importance, screaming for my attention whose span is infamously as short as me. So one day i wrote my MSN nick as "5 projekts screaming importance, 1 me screaming frustration". Lionel must've thought i was referring to the school kind because he promptly asked me what projects i was talking about. Haha. Guess i'm not the only one panicking la. But nah nothing to worry, this is just my personal agenda. I have many things i want to do (important), i have many things i want and need to do (also important), and there are things i need but don't want to do (i shall not even comment on its importance), and i have a deadline - notice it being singular. It's the same deadline! For some of the tasks, this deadline is self-imposed. For the rest, this is the given deadline, no bargain. What's thisss. Even some lingerie shops allow bargaining, and we all know lingerie is expensive. Fifty bucks to cover your assets, and abit more to toe the line of decency. Wah modesty can be expensive. No actually it doesn't have to be. We just like to throw our money to unnecessary pieces of apparel. I'm talking about myself la. I'm not accusing you, so you can stop thinking about voodoo-ing me.
HAH. I'm digressing so much, why didn't you stop me? Nyehh.
As i was saying... deadline. If i can't meet it, then i guess it's just too bad for me. But i'm not giving up yet, f'course. I'm Fara, the warrioress. Deadlines don't scare me. But today my dad fell really ill and we sent him to the hospital. In this case, it's crystal clear where my priorities lie. Daddy first, projects later. Heck deadline. But i came home with headache, tummy upset, irritable bowel syndrome, worry, from various sources and now i realize i can't even continue any tasks at all. Can't do any reading for training tomorrow, can't start working on Moo's cousin's blog template, can't work on art samples for my portfolio cum selection entry for a competition, can't revise schoolwork, can't catch up with friends who have almost given up on asking me out to hang with them, can't help my team to consolidate facts and statistics and collate arguments for some debate topics. I just can't.
Tomorrow i'm going out early to accompany my dad when the asthma nurse come 'round to see him. Kakak's taking timeoff from work to accompany Anis to her sec school orientation, my mom's taken leave from work to get Ihin's school uniform and all else. I don't even know why this needs to be included in this entry. Why uh?
While i'm preoccupied with the delegated tasks, my tummy is happily inflating itself like nobody's business. I hate attention-seeking tummies la. To ensure that my tummy's narcissism is curtailed, i suck my tummy in and make sure it doesn't peek out from under my shirts. Eeww! Muffin-tops, yechhh. But never mind... i'll get back to my exercise regimen soon and then tummy dearest, begone!
Baba, please get well soon. I'm sorry for fighting with you over your prized pack of ciggies just now. Sorry for squabbling with you right after hugging you goodnight but i don't want the nurses to think you were the one smoking in the bathroom la, when we all know it was that Mr Bangla who has friends with roaming eyes. Such an advantage to have a mom who works there where practically everyone knows everyone so heh, lucky lucky. I THINK tonight i will sneak into the ward and steal my dad's cigarettes la.
Totally irrelevant but... i'm still sore over you la, Gnow. I think you've probably been blessed with the virtue of indifference (whatever that means), or you're just plain ignorant, or you're a conniving deceiving eriesyrawor eoryesorberyseits sriywerbestr oawyr (WHATEVER THAT MEANS) and you're too weak. No i'm not accusing you, just speculating. In Jack Russell's words (or Peter Russell, Russell Peters, which is the dog? i'm sorry i don't mean to refer to him to a dog. i really can't remember his name)... "Be a man!"
Aiya point hasn't been made. Thing is, i really think you're a sweet person. OMG did i just say that out loud?? And then there are the little things that make you different from otherconniving deceiving ignorant weakling good-natured lads. Very distinctive traits. But. One day you dropped the nuke oh-so-nonchalantly. Wah i feel like smacking you right then and there man. You said it as if it's the most normal thing to say to someone whom you used to talk to til the wee hours of morning even when you had to get up at early morning to get to work. You made me spill everything, you chicken backside, and then you made me wipe my own spilt milk. YAH i know i'm naive. But you took advantage of me to boost your own kamikaze morale. You. so. evilll.
Ok i admit that was karma at work. I did worse things to others before. Cruel, cruel things. I should wear a tee that says WITCH with the 'W' deliberately struck off and replaced with a 'B'. And with the words 'Regretful/Repented/Reformed' in parantheses below it. Because i'm nicer now. But why do i get the feeling no one is seconding it...
P/S: It's alright if you're totally not getting me. Because when i talk to myself, nobody understands. Hurhur
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fara // 00:15
Ajar
It's the last week of holidays already and i'm panicking. Can you tell i'm panicking? I am. I have several projects and i can't seem to prioritise because they're all screaming importance, screaming for my attention whose span is infamously as short as me. So one day i wrote my MSN nick as "5 projekts screaming importance, 1 me screaming frustration". Lionel must've thought i was referring to the school kind because he promptly asked me what projects i was talking about. Haha. Guess i'm not the only one panicking la. But nah nothing to worry, this is just my personal agenda. I have many things i want to do (important), i have many things i want and need to do (also important), and there are things i need but don't want to do (i shall not even comment on its importance), and i have a deadline - notice it being singular. It's the same deadline! For some of the tasks, this deadline is self-imposed. For the rest, this is the given deadline, no bargain. What's thisss. Even some lingerie shops allow bargaining, and we all know lingerie is expensive. Fifty bucks to cover your assets, and abit more to toe the line of decency. Wah modesty can be expensive. No actually it doesn't have to be. We just like to throw our money to unnecessary pieces of apparel. I'm talking about myself la. I'm not accusing you, so you can stop thinking about voodoo-ing me.
HAH. I'm digressing so much, why didn't you stop me? Nyehh.
As i was saying... deadline. If i can't meet it, then i guess it's just too bad for me. But i'm not giving up yet, f'course. I'm Fara, the warrioress. Deadlines don't scare me. But today my dad fell really ill and we sent him to the hospital. In this case, it's crystal clear where my priorities lie. Daddy first, projects later. Heck deadline. But i came home with headache, tummy upset, irritable bowel syndrome, worry, from various sources and now i realize i can't even continue any tasks at all. Can't do any reading for training tomorrow, can't start working on Moo's cousin's blog template, can't work on art samples for my portfolio cum selection entry for a competition, can't revise schoolwork, can't catch up with friends who have almost given up on asking me out to hang with them, can't help my team to consolidate facts and statistics and collate arguments for some debate topics. I just can't.
Tomorrow i'm going out early to accompany my dad when the asthma nurse come 'round to see him. Kakak's taking timeoff from work to accompany Anis to her sec school orientation, my mom's taken leave from work to get Ihin's school uniform and all else. I don't even know why this needs to be included in this entry. Why uh?
While i'm preoccupied with the delegated tasks, my tummy is happily inflating itself like nobody's business. I hate attention-seeking tummies la. To ensure that my tummy's narcissism is curtailed, i suck my tummy in and make sure it doesn't peek out from under my shirts. Eeww! Muffin-tops, yechhh. But never mind... i'll get back to my exercise regimen soon and then tummy dearest, begone!
Baba, please get well soon. I'm sorry for fighting with you over your prized pack of ciggies just now. Sorry for squabbling with you right after hugging you goodnight but i don't want the nurses to think you were the one smoking in the bathroom la, when we all know it was that Mr Bangla who has friends with roaming eyes. Such an advantage to have a mom who works there where practically everyone knows everyone so heh, lucky lucky. I THINK tonight i will sneak into the ward and steal my dad's cigarettes la.
Totally irrelevant but... i'm still sore over you la, Gnow. I think you've probably been blessed with the virtue of indifference (whatever that means), or you're just plain ignorant, or you're a conniving deceiving eriesyrawor eoryesorberyseits sriywerbestr oawyr (WHATEVER THAT MEANS) and you're too weak. No i'm not accusing you, just speculating. In Jack Russell's words (or Peter Russell, Russell Peters, which is the dog? i'm sorry i don't mean to refer to him to a dog. i really can't remember his name)... "Be a man!"
Aiya point hasn't been made. Thing is, i really think you're a sweet person. OMG did i just say that out loud?? And then there are the little things that make you different from other
Ok i admit that was karma at work. I did worse things to others before. Cruel, cruel things. I should wear a tee that says WITCH with the 'W' deliberately struck off and replaced with a 'B'. And with the words 'Regretful/Repented/Reformed' in parantheses below it. Because i'm nicer now. But why do i get the feeling no one is seconding it...
P/S: It's alright if you're totally not getting me. Because when i talk to myself, nobody understands. Hurhur
fara // 00:15
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