Life Expectancy: 65 Years
Claud
An avid collector of your hopes and worries, a romantic at heart.
She thanks her fairies, for blessing her with people who know compassion down to an art.
For accepting her for who she is, who never fails to turn up,
in times of need as well as happiness, or just there for a loving hug.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Writing Machine
These few weeks I'm feeling like a writing machine. There just so many essays and things to pen down. Borrowing books from library, chugging it home, flipping it through, finding 1 or 2 lines to use, chug it back and then drop it back into the bookdrop.
Such is my life.
In any case, borrowed a book by Sutherland…it's so disgusting. I think so many people have flipped to page 81 or something? It's the most used and abused page of the book. The rest of the book is CLEAN except for that one. It's like gooey (if that is possible with paper), dog-eared a thousand times, and the coffee stains! I swear I can smell latte.
It was so disgusing that I took a tong to flip the page. Seriously! It is NOT my OCD talking, if you saw the book yourself, you'll understand the wholesome disgustingness of it.
In any case, I'm having trouble taking afternoon naps because work just keeps swirling in my mind. Sometimes I wish I can have the fuck it all attitude when it comes to work. Maybe my mum and nannies have trained me too well to have this mentality of 'work first, play later'.
But what if work just never ends? What if work just keeps coming and you never get to play later?
So….I'm shifting my gears to - "work if you can, play when you can".
That's why my dad and I are going to have a buffet dinner with our family friend and his family. Our families are so alike - only daughter and she's in teaching (private school). I think it's been forever since we've known them.
I am so looking forward to it. =)
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