stop it, seige. you made a resolution.
stop it.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
24 Feb 2011: The Panic Room
i have a problem. i panic easily.
i'm not talking about the kind of panic you feel at the last minute when you realised that you had forgotten to do something that was due in two days (you asked for it), or the kind you feel when you realised that you might have forgotten to turn the stove off before going out(yeah you should probably panic), but the kind you feel when a whole chunk of information is suddenly being thrown in your face and you suddenly feel overwhelmed. yes, that kind of panic.
i always tell people to try to take it easy whenever something happens (and i sincerely mean it when i tell them that), but i've never been able to tell myself to do so before i switch to panic mode. i know i'm not a perfectionist for sure, but whenever something crops up, it's a million thoughts interlinking in my head straightaway; starting from the "oh shits" to the "what ifs", and ending with a curse at the situation. no, not an expecto patronum curse, but a cuss that rhymes with "no duck". how uncalled for.
now i've heard that panicking may be a good thing sometimes because it pushes you to start doing whatever you need to do that will solve the problem. but over-panicking can be a big pain in thearse head sometimes, because then you start piling on the unneccessary stress that you know you can prevent. make that most of the time.
maybe it's just me. maybe i like being comfortable too much.
i refuse to be that weak.
afterall, coldplay says, "we live in a beautiful world. yeah we do, yeah we do."
i'm not talking about the kind of panic you feel at the last minute when you realised that you had forgotten to do something that was due in two days (you asked for it), or the kind you feel when you realised that you might have forgotten to turn the stove off before going out(yeah you should probably panic), but the kind you feel when a whole chunk of information is suddenly being thrown in your face and you suddenly feel overwhelmed. yes, that kind of panic.
i always tell people to try to take it easy whenever something happens (and i sincerely mean it when i tell them that), but i've never been able to tell myself to do so before i switch to panic mode. i know i'm not a perfectionist for sure, but whenever something crops up, it's a million thoughts interlinking in my head straightaway; starting from the "oh shits" to the "what ifs", and ending with a curse at the situation. no, not an expecto patronum curse, but a cuss that rhymes with "no duck". how uncalled for.
now i've heard that panicking may be a good thing sometimes because it pushes you to start doing whatever you need to do that will solve the problem. but over-panicking can be a big pain in the
maybe it's just me. maybe i like being comfortable too much.
i refuse to be that weak.
afterall, coldplay says, "we live in a beautiful world. yeah we do, yeah we do."
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
1 Feb 2011: dyed and gone to hairven
ever felt sheepishly guilty when your hairdresser asked you if you had dyed your hair by yourself before and the answer was a "yes"?
i have.
i have.
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