It is 12:55 am.
I just spent the last 12 hours (straight) number crunching.
Can't take it no more.
It's been a week of relationship building with Mr External Numeric Keypad and it doesn't seem like I'll be divorcing him any time soon.
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I could not upkeep finishing my blog entry. I gaped at the screen blankly as fatigue hit in from the extended hours (and days) of endless number crunching. I was not getting anywhere with this blog. I shut down my computer and picked up my latest reading quest - "Tell No One" by Harlan Coben.
1000 hours - I'm only gulping down my second cup of coffee and like every other morning, I'm paying my dues for compulsive reading behaviour. It has been a disease since childhood days. I can hear my mum's voice screaming in my head, "Don't understand why you waste your money buying storybooks. You finish reading so fast, don't even know if you really know what you're reading."
Ah yes. That familiar squabble with mummy-dearest comes back to haunt me. Once upon a time I did clock my reading speed. On average, I finished 1 1/2 novels in a day. But that was during my haydays of being a slack student and time was never an issue.
However, as years went by, I've steadily managed to reduce reading 1 book in a day, sometimes 1 1/2 days. But my 'must-finish-in-one-reading' compulsive behaviour still remains, and (perhaps) thank god for the exhorbitant prices of books here in SA, I'm compelled to eliminate reading as a hobby.
1000 hours - I'm only gulping down my second cup of coffee and like every other morning, I'm paying my dues for compulsive reading behaviour. It has been a disease since childhood days. I can hear my mum's voice screaming in my head, "Don't understand why you waste your money buying storybooks. You finish reading so fast, don't even know if you really know what you're reading."
Ah yes. That familiar squabble with mummy-dearest comes back to haunt me. Once upon a time I did clock my reading speed. On average, I finished 1 1/2 novels in a day. But that was during my haydays of being a slack student and time was never an issue.
However, as years went by, I've steadily managed to reduce reading 1 book in a day, sometimes 1 1/2 days. But my 'must-finish-in-one-reading' compulsive behaviour still remains, and (perhaps) thank god for the exhorbitant prices of books here in SA, I'm compelled to eliminate reading as a hobby.
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1805 hours - This blog is taking eons to complete! All it takes is one phone call and before ya know it, it is phone marathon for the next four hours whilst juggling with figures that you wish you could flush down the toilet bowl.
Someone did a switcheroo on my degree. Anyone out there who is suppose to be some finance/accounts person but by fluke chance became a design? Yes you. I blame it on you. You did the switch, didn't you? I implore you.... GIVE IT BACK TO ITS RIGHTFUL OWNER (me)!
And that's that about number cunching.
On to mini Taiwan sausages.....
Late last week, I developed this weird allergic reaction on my toes. It was like.... getting stung on ALL 10 TOES which started with a little itch.... then a little pain..... then my one-line eyes opened as big as it could as I yelped from the stabbing pain.
I looked down at my feet.
10 mini Taiwan sausages.
Red and swollen but not edible.
And not like 10 mini Taiwan sausages as toes was bad enough, my fingers were swollen too.
20 mini Taiwan sausages.
Red and swollen, still not edible.
Emergency antihistamine oinment required.
I grabbed one of the two tubes of ointments in the refrigerator.... BLINDLY.
So I happily applied the cream, anticipating this 'miracle cream' to work its wonders in no time.
Oh yes....
It did work its wonders.
That burning sensation that seeped right through me!
I GASPED IN SORRY REALISATION....
IDIOT!
I HAD APPLIED THE WRONG CREAM!!!
I could kill myself then.
I paid to pay for forgetfulness.
It slipped my mind to throw away THAT tube of ointment....
The ointment that never failed to worsen my allergy condition.
What a sorry sight I was.
I could only manage penguin waddling for the next 4 days.
It was quite fun actually.... like walking on bubble toes.
Talk about cruel intervention from denial.
Number Crunching and Mini Taiwan Sausages....
Lethal combination.
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