Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Tahi-tahi ayam..
and So I got diverted from my "tahi tahi ayam" enthusiam to read up on Neuroanatomy tonight...
by blog-hopping...arrgghh!!!! *pulls out hair*
It's so addictive. A friend tells you about one blog. Then the curious you went to check it out. Low and behold, it's actually very interesting and you spend ages reading it. and of course, the interesting blogger has some friends that were mentioned in the posts. Since, the blogger is interesting, the friends must be interesting as well, rite?? interest piqued...
You check out the links section. uh Oh...got links to the Interesting friends.
*die die die* like a moth to fire, you want to stay away but you just can't. Everytime the site loads, you get a happy feeling inside you, like a kid looking on as the nice lady scoops out ice-cream for her. The more you read, the more piqued you get. Positive feedback is bad for you, you know. *SIGH* In the very very end, you stop struggling and say "heck care!"..and before long, it's now 1.13am and I have yet to read past two pages of Neuromanatomy.
Gawd!! urrggh, wake up girl!! How can you be so weak??
A little voice says," but I am only human."
and I wonder why I get offended when people say that I am the slackest medic.
*wry smile*
It's very dangerous because it's easier to accept a Tag than to prove that it's wrong.
You get comfortable in your comfort zone. cookies, drinks, cheese, remote control all within arm's length. Why move?
"Oi, you lazy dumbass!! move lar.."
Little voice in head, "awww..but i am not a lazy dumbass wor." *hurt*
Makes effort to move...aiya so difficult. after moving, no more food near me and no longer comfortable. how????
Little voice in head, " never mind, just accept the Tag. It's fine. Doesn't matter..They don't really know you, really. really."
And thus, you open another packet of crisps and switch the channel to Sky Sports.
*burp* *scratch scratch* *contented*
All thoughts earlier about changing and being better and avoiding the Tag was buried at the back of the brain. behind ...behind where no one can see it including the Head's owner itself.
So much easier to cheat oneself and to lower one's standards. and the vicious cycle repeats itself again and again in every aspect of one's life. Till, you just become a smelly lump of green Moss.
Okay. End of story. Moral of story: To NOT be a MOSS.
So, to not be a Moss, I must go study neuro now. :)
1.29am. sigh.
by blog-hopping...arrgghh!!!! *pulls out hair*
It's so addictive. A friend tells you about one blog. Then the curious you went to check it out. Low and behold, it's actually very interesting and you spend ages reading it. and of course, the interesting blogger has some friends that were mentioned in the posts. Since, the blogger is interesting, the friends must be interesting as well, rite?? interest piqued...
You check out the links section. uh Oh...got links to the Interesting friends.
*die die die* like a moth to fire, you want to stay away but you just can't. Everytime the site loads, you get a happy feeling inside you, like a kid looking on as the nice lady scoops out ice-cream for her. The more you read, the more piqued you get. Positive feedback is bad for you, you know. *SIGH* In the very very end, you stop struggling and say "heck care!"..and before long, it's now 1.13am and I have yet to read past two pages of Neuromanatomy.
Gawd!! urrggh, wake up girl!! How can you be so weak??
A little voice says," but I am only human."
and I wonder why I get offended when people say that I am the slackest medic.
*wry smile*
It's very dangerous because it's easier to accept a Tag than to prove that it's wrong.
You get comfortable in your comfort zone. cookies, drinks, cheese, remote control all within arm's length. Why move?
"Oi, you lazy dumbass!! move lar.."
Little voice in head, "awww..but i am not a lazy dumbass wor." *hurt*
Makes effort to move...aiya so difficult. after moving, no more food near me and no longer comfortable. how????
Little voice in head, " never mind, just accept the Tag. It's fine. Doesn't matter..They don't really know you, really. really."
And thus, you open another packet of crisps and switch the channel to Sky Sports.
*burp* *scratch scratch* *contented*
All thoughts earlier about changing and being better and avoiding the Tag was buried at the back of the brain. behind ...behind where no one can see it including the Head's owner itself.
So much easier to cheat oneself and to lower one's standards. and the vicious cycle repeats itself again and again in every aspect of one's life. Till, you just become a smelly lump of green Moss.
Okay. End of story. Moral of story: To NOT be a MOSS.
So, to not be a Moss, I must go study neuro now. :)
1.29am. sigh.
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