Kill the duck.

March 1, 2007 at 11:35 am (Craps, GY 白 TULAN)

People often use metaphors to describe situations, but one metaphor that sticks close to my heart is:

Procrastination is the mother of [insert word here]

The reason I’m leaving the closing word as a wildcard can be revealed by a quick Google search. People have used everything from “invention” to “fuck ups“, but being the filial child I am, I will have to insist that the correct closing word should be “Wern Shen“.

Wern Shen?!! Isn’t that me?
WELL YES GENIUS! BEHOLD, THE NEW MASTER OF THE OBVIOUS!
(I mean you lah)

Hahahaha. But yeah, it’s true – procrastination is MY mother.

I’ve done practically nothing since Monday. I have a couple of write ups to complete, but since my designer is still furiously laying out other pages, I figured I’d keep tabs on his timing and submit my remaining articles when he’s about to finish. Smart eh? College style rite?

Sigh. Why like this har?

I also don’t know. I also got no explanation!! But since I can remember, I’ve always procrastinated in doing everything. I don’t go to the toilet till my penis is going to explode from the pressure of my bladder or until I’m practically playing gopher with my asshole. I don’t bath till the last possible moment, unlike some people who bath as soon as they see a shower. I don’t wash my car till it’s under an inch of soot. I don’t sweep my room floor till I trip over dust balls. And as of this week, miraculously, I haven’t been eating till my tummy goes into a semi-conscious twisted pseudo-gastric state.

Why am I taking things so slowly? Why is my life so slow paced? Why is my life so laid back?

Am I not facing enough pressure? Am I facing too much?

Who knows.

Who cares?

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