This is so apt! It was half written earlier this year waiting for the inspiration to continue this 😳
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More often than laziness the root of procrastination is the fear of not doing a good job, says British philosopher and author Alain de Botton on his website, The Book of Life.

“We begin to work only when the fear of doing nothing at all exceeds the fear of not doing it very well … And that can take time,”he writes.

November the fourth

This must be recorded!!!

3rd year of watch V for Vendetta with Alex since he first introduced it to my life on 4th November, 2013. 

Gets me every single time, this year is no exception. It's crazy how I cannot remember much of the plot despite watching it so many times already. 

Cola the Cat I

1st November. 

Was leaving home to give bro a lift for table tennis when I saw the cat lying on the green carpet. Basking in beautiful summer, soaking in the afternoon sun. So peaceful and picturesque, thus borns the series of Cola the Cat. 

Corporate life (not)

Last Thursday, Vii and I took a 15min walk out for lunch. It was very hot but it was very lovely as well. The heat helped to defrost my icy body, provided some sunshine warmth. The walk was rejuvenating with fresh air, blue skies and green grass. I've always felt that the good thing about Tuas is not having your view blocked by skyscrapers all over. We were feeling so..spritezy we took a picture. 

On Friday samsy, who is crazy about Halloween, made my dept went on an impromptu dress up and walk around the building. It was the best thing that's happened in my career here yet (then again, nothing much can happen ...)

Now that Monday is here, the familiar doubt creeps in. What am I doing with my life... :(

this... this! this is one of the main reasons i wasn't too keen on continuing my piano practices. i wanted to learn music not just to produce beautiful music, but to be able to produce music anywhere.

i wanted to pick up a musical instrument that's mobile. hahaha. love this video and spontaneity so much.

full video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzA2oJtRX5s

I had a dream last night that caused me to jolt out of my sleep when the alarm rang. 

I was crouching with 2-4 people, frantically meddling with some equipment. I was dirty, affected from the heat, i was exhausted, and i knew that what i was doing was helping the enemy. But i rationalised that i was doing so as to stay alive and be able to help my family after. There was a little girl, of about 5years old, sitting at the edge of our group. She too was crouched, but staring on as we wanted to her to rest, we didnt want to taint her hands w such blasphemous work. She was such a well behaved girl, i made extra effort to keep her within my peripheral vision. And then i saw the manlike lady soldier enter. 

She resembled ms trunchbull from matilda, except much skinner and fitter. She was holding her rifle in position, aiming it at the little girl, taking slow calculated steps towards her. I could feel the little girls eyes widening in fear, but she kept her gaze on the solider- so strong yet fearful... Her body stiffened, hoping that her good behaviour would disinterest as a target.

All this while, my crouching comrades and I continued w our charge. We started missing the cranks and nooks, we increased frequency raising our arms to wipe sweat w our sleeves. And then we heard the shot. Our hands froze momentarily, and then scrambled around more quickly. 

The child's whimpers floated to my ears and i took in a heavy sigh of relief. She is still alive. I made a mental note to care for her and take her in as my own after this ended. 

But then i heard the 2nd shot of persistence. This time i completely stopped what i was doing. I was shivering w indignity and anger and fear. Fear kept me from standing. I wanted to run over to the child and protect her from the bull so so so badly. I was crying, shaking, and hyperventilating. How could fear chain my legs and sense of humanity. 

The child let out an uncontrolled shriek and instinctively tried to go back to her curled ball of submission. I remember my fears being comforted, at least shes still alive. I still can atone for my mistakes. 

When i heard the 3rd gunshot, my dream ended. 

What is it im struggling to stay alive for???

I didnt realise that fear of survival could cripple my sense of humanity this badly.

Is it my environment or deep set flaws surfacing

 

Intwrwsing article. Extremely sarcastic but well written 

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/sorry-recruiters-youre-getting-my-salary-history-liz-ryan

Just spent the last 3.5hrs finishing jangbori up. Note to future self not to watch this again. Ever. I usually try to hold my tears in, esp in the presence of another. But even w alex around, i uncontrollably bawled my eyes out at so many scenes over the last episode. 

Its alex's first following a kdrama, and i think it possibly might be his last haha. We were addicted man...

What i couldnt understand was , everytime the final scenes of the evil woman came up, or even when i thought about her after the show, tears rolled incessantly. She was fed her 'retribution'. Was filled w so much sorrow for her. It rly doesnt make any sense to me, because i wanted to slap her through the screen sooo many times during the drama. 

Sigh. So upset. Lol. Omg. :/ 

How long more do i have to endure this...

Always so nice to have someone pick you from work!:)

This guy...is enroute to becoming my kdrama partner. 

Take out pen and paper all to map the complications. Committed audience!