I think I'm a workaholic. Signs of getting uneasy when I have nothing to do, and thus I clean and pack when bored; I make lists of tasks, and add to that list when I find it too short, which may mean I'm not making full use of my time. I can't go on for more than 2 days doing nothing, I must find something new to do all the time. I find work at a moderate pace fun. When I do cancel off all the tasks in the list, I feel so damn satisfied that I can spend the rest of the day doing absolutely nothing knowing that I have at least accomplished something. Then there's that differentiation/distinction between a workaholic and a person who embodies the kiasu attitude. Is it possible that the renowned kiasuism has been long embedded in me since my cabbage days? Is Kiasuism the source or the basis for my workaholic attitude? I get that it has instrumental value in helping me achieve greater heights, but is it inherent in me or intrinsic?
Philosophy classes have been creating whirlpools in my mind, but things at the same time have never been more transparent. I guess I'm on the same wavelength as my lecturer. I mean come on, his one of the rare species that actually reads A Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy. If you think the Harry Potter series are creative works then my friend, you haven't witnessed the Guide. Back to the subject on Philosophy. Ethics classes are starting to find a nest in my rusty mind and as much as it plays on scenarios that humans (psychos) conceptualize years ago, it actually starts the ball rolling for endless fun of being completely - lost.
Meanwhile, I can't wait for the next festival, whatever it is, to arrive. I miss mooncakes (which I totally missed out on last year, for the first time in my life), I miss lanterns, although I don't burn them for fun anymore (especially since the introduction of battery operated ones. You might as well just hold a torch light with a plastic bag covering it right? SO POINTLESS). I just want a really good meal and a good show.
Deon
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