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The Art of Procrastination

The Art of Procrastination. I think I’ve perfected it.

 

1. Before starting on my work, check all email accounts. I’m sure there’s an email I need to respond to or haven’t read properly.

2. Read my favorite blogs on WordPress and then just explore those Freshly Pressed. Add new blogs to those I’m following. I should start on my work but,

3. I should update myself on real-world happenings first! So, I read the news. While reading, Google the tangential issues that peaked my interest. 40 minutes later…

4. Check my email again. Maybe something came in when I wasn’t looking. I’ll start doing stuff in a few minutes, I promise.

5. Oooh an email notification from Facebook. Login to Facebook to find out more, read my news feed for a dose of gossip.

6. Finally pull myself together to write a list of what I aim to do today before realizing that it is already 5pm.

7. Since its close to dinner time, I psyche myself into a state of potential hunger and keep my mind occupied with thoughts of food, or dinner-time TV.

8. Say something motivating and purposeful like, “That’s it, I’m knuckling down to do all these things on this list after dinner and the new episode of The Mentalist which starts at 8:30pm.

9. I follow step 8 through and at 9:30pm, after Mentalist, the warm bed looks real attractive.

10. The cycle willingly repeats itself.

Kids, don’t try this at home.

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I’m Back!

Hi all, sorry I haven’t been blogging much lately. Remember my rant on my recent move and subsequent uncertainty about the situation, which then led to a self-motivational post about life? *takes a breath* If not, see it here!

Hmmm I don’t really know why people do that. By “that” I mean linking their current post to a previous post. I did it because I’ve seen it done so often so here I am trying it out. My verdict: Feels a little silly, but then Maybe it’s just for the readers’ convenience because, let’s admit it, our memories are unpredictable to say the least.

But I digress.

I wasn’t blogging much because I was lured away by the sound of typing on a classic keyboard, and not the kind that comes from my laptop, but from stickier, firmer keys. This sounds crazy but I think I might have been conditioned, yep, like a dog to the bell.

Now before you imagine me floating in the air behind a phantom clicking keyboard, let me just clarify that I did no such thing. To refine the terms of the “classical conditioning” I am under, it has to be in a quiet office space where every one else in there is doing something similar. Now doesn’t that sound like a chain of factory workers sitting at their designated areas typing away on their keyboards, assembling the individual parts of a (Made in China) doll or dress or perhaps even a, dare I say it, a car.

That’s right, an employment opportunity came up with an urgent need for a short term contract, so I filled it. I thoroughly enjoyed it too. I’ll tell you why in my next post; and yes, being able to have extra money to spend on that codfish or salmon was definitely a big part of it.

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Mind the Gap

I really like waiting for trains.
I just realized this as I was typing it.

Yeah it’s pretty fun just standing there, or sitting if I’m tired, with my headphones in, listening to my favorite tunes on my 32MB mp3 player. My argument: Quality is more important than Quantity. I still stand by that today.

Maybe it’s the people waiting with me.
Every wait gives the possibility of new interactions with people I’ve never met before! At the same time my eyes scan the crowd for familiar faces of possible train buddies. šŸ™‚

Maybe it’s the ability to be completely anti-social and get away with not being called “anti-social”. Because when you get to the office, they might just think you’re being moody or arrogant or something.

Or maybe it’s just the mind-numbing routine.
I don’t know, there’s something ethereal about it when you know this is a mind-numbing routing so you’re both there and not there at the same time. It’s also a good time to read, and re-read the signs and notices on the floor and walls, and fully enjoy being IN this situation of waiting.

Because once you get to your destination, you’re expected to do something more than wait.

Sometimes I stare at the tracks and imagine a crazy adventure of falling down and trying to climb onto the platform before the train arrives. Which makes me think I lack the basic instinct for self-preservation in all living things, like in the movie “The Happening“.

Oh and once I’m on the train, it’s a whole different adventure.

p/s: An interesting side effect of the 32MB player was that my subconscious mind knew what song was next and it felt like I had the power to see the future! In a very minute, insignificant way…

(I was going to post my little story up, about crocodiles and family, but it’s late afternoon and if you could hear my brain, you would hear a monotonous buzzzing. So somehow, this came out.)

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Mystery of the Missing Vegetable

It was a cool autumn day…
Well, as far as cool and autumn can be in a tropical country where the only seasons are hot, hot and hotter…

We headed to the neighborhood supermarket as our food supplies were running low. Which actually happens on an almost daily basis in our family of 6. There’s always something missing or someone hungry for something.

As it usually unfolds, our short grocery trips evolved into some kind of time-sucking monster while we sat down for a snack, deliberated over the ‘best buy’, ogled at snacks, compared brands and before we knew it, the sky was colored a deep nightly hue by the time we decided to head home.

With a familiar burn in our pocket, we got home and started to sort the items we needed for dinner that night and found ourselves short one of our purchases – a packet of leafy vegetable. With all of us in the kitchen, there was a barrage of questions aimed at no-one in particular and yet everyone all at once. It was a state of chaos. Questions like:

  1. Is it in the pantry?
  2. Perhaps the fridge?
  3. Did someone misplace it?
  4. Where was the last place you saw it?
  5. Perhaps it’s still in one of the bags?
  6. Did someone throw it away by accident?
  7. Are you sure we even bought it?

And a slew of reactions were triggered.

  • The fridge was ransacked again and again, by various people
  • The pantry light was turned on and off in case we missed something the first time
  • The empty bags were smashed together in an attempt to feel for a bulky packet left forgotten
  • Memories were ransacked as to who saw it last and where
  • Dad stuck his hand into the bin in case it was thrown away *eww* – unfortunately for him, this wasĀ before he got the inspiration toĀ check for evidence of the purchase – i.e. the receipt!

So question 7 was answered. We did purchase it.

Knowing that it had to be somewhere along the way home from the grocers, we retraced our steps and finally found it… lying surreptitiously in the dark crannies of the car’s backseat. If only it knew the lengths we went to search for it!

Reflecting on it, I’m pretty sure we could haveĀ gotten from the problem (missing vegetable) to the solution (the car) much earlier. But with so many people fretting about the same thing, I think this was a hilarious interpretation of the familiar adage “too many cooks spoil the broth”.

Although, it did make dinner taste especially yummy that night…

Got you now Mr. Vegetable!

Courtesy of Otama2

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