Quasi movie review.

Finally got around to watch Mystic River. Is it just me or are the actors a tad unnatural? With a stellar casting of Kevin Bacon, Sean Penn and Tim Robbins, I was expecting more. Don’t get me wrong, I think the movie’s great but I couldn’t help but noticed certain scenes in which the dialogues seemed rather out of place. As in they should be in thought and not spoken. However, the film managed to redeem itself in spite of the slightly flawed scenes, as when the story unfolded I couldn’t help but forget about them. It got me crying, so yes I think it’s a good one. Emily Rossum’s curves on the other hand, turned me green and saturated with morbid thoughts. Life is so unfair.

Ever spoken about something before your brains registered it? I did, in the class this morning. Damn, felt so bloody stupid.

Almost 300 words for the 1st paper. Good progress for me. Hope to finish this tonight and have a long weekend nursing my PMS. One 1/4 down, 3 more to go :P

Ramblings of a soon-to-be former procrastinator.

“In fact, we struggle incessantly to shake off procrastination. We plan and schedule; we write down and underscore; we promise and make resolutions; we organize and reorganize. Generally, we accomplish a short lived refreshment from procrastination, and then crash soundly back into it.”

I did some reading on procrastination. No, not for the papers. For myself. Have I reached a new height? Then I realised I did it to delay my papers. And gym. And joining that thing I really want to join. And filling up the scholarship form. And finishing 3 books I NEED to read. And 2 books I WANT to read.

“Instead, you threw something together, was satisfied with mediocre, took chances that nothing would go wrong, created a lot of unnecessary stress for yourself, and then plopped down to start procrastinating all over again.”

That sent shivers down my spine. Everytime I receive my academic results, I get quite smug cause I’m thinking, “Hell, a day’s work and I’m getting pretty good marks. If I’ve thrown in more effort I’d be invincible. I am invincible”. Yes, if I have thrown in more effort. If I have! I have not. I did not. I’ll always be second best and that’s so not nice.

“What is perfectionism, then? Perfectionism is a form of rigidity or inflexibility that is marked by three major characteristics: (1) The intense desire to jump in and do things yourself because others just can’t do it right; (2) the insistent attitude that you wouldn’t even start on something if you can’t do it well; and (3) the profound need for closure, indicated by agitation or discomfort should something be left hanging.”

(1) I hate teamwork and I can never be a proof reader. Cause I’d change everything. (2) Have made and broke me. At times when I impulsively take the plunge, I find myself pleasantly surprised. But when I deliberately avoid it, I find myself with loads of missed opportunities that I can’t help feeling regretful about. (3) And you wonder why I eat so bloody much.

“Many resigned procrastinators simply confess, “I’m just lazy” and hope that the explanation suffices. Not by a long shot. Laziness is procrastination out of control.”

I have yet to read this stage. But I was close enough. I’m lucky in a sense that I was too proud to give up. So that kind of held me together….but I was -this- close. I’m glad I made that U-turn, otherwise I would have used that as a regular escape route, probably till I ruin myself.

So yeah, obviously blogging this is part of the problem. I’m just occupying my time in order to postpone what I should be doing. But it’ll end here. I promise myself. You got to do it, Kim.

Reference:

  • https://webhome.idirect.com/~readon/procrast.html
  • https://stress.about.com/cs/timemanagement/a/aa112002.htm
  • https://www-csli.stanford.edu/~john/procrastination.html

Genetics or environment?

If there were any reason for me to swing both ways, this could be one…..

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I adore my parents.

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Damn….so much confusion! Hahahaha. Okay the pictures above are of my parents. Dad’s in slutty make-up and Mom’s in hamsap pontianak do. So my point was, if I were to become bisexual, the reason could be this. Just that I’m not too sure whether it’d be genetics or environment. Oh well, never mind. *Yawns*