Ugh. My Dad is such a little boy.

Whenever he gets bored he’ll find something around the house that, in his mind, needs “fixing” and proceed to hammer, drill, saw, glue, chainsaw, screw, weld, flame, carve, sandpaper and lumberjack-hack the goddamn thing until… well, until it’s in a state where it actually needs “re-fixing”, after effectively having broken it, so that he has something legit to do the next time ‘round he gets bored. I call it Bob-the-Builder syndrome.

Sure, this is his house and he can do whatever the hell he wants but all this racket he’s making could fucking phone ET home. 

If Tomorrow Never Comes

I remember on September 11, 2002, the first anniversary of the attacks, this poem was read out before our classes that morning. Every year since then on this date, these words come to mind. They’re simple but they remind me to never take anything for granted. 

I’ve had to say a lot of goodbyes this year and even though my absences from home have, for now, been relatively short and temporary, it hasn’t become easier to part from those dearest to my heart. I can’t bear to imagine what the loved ones of those who perished on 9/11 must still go through, having had no chance to say their proper goodbyes. Today, I’ve heard and read so many stories from these people and I admire their courage for being able to share them. I know I wouldn’t be able to. It’s made me reflect on what I have and how truly lucky I am.

…

If I knew it would be the last time
that I’d see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly,
and pray the Lord  your soul to keep. 

If I knew it would be the last time
that I‘d  see you walk out the door, 
I would give you a hug and kiss,
and call you back for just one more. 

If I knew it would be the last time
I’d hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would  tape each word and action,
and play them back throughout my days. 

If I knew it would be the last time,
I would spare an extra minute or two,
to stop and say “I love you,” 
instead of assuming  you know I do. 

So just in case tomorrow never comes,
and today is all I get,
I’d like to say how much I love you,
and I hope we never will forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
and today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.

So if you’re waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you’ll surely regret the day
that you didn’t take that extra time
 for a smile, a hug, or a kiss,
and you were too busy to grant
 someone, what turned out to be
 their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear, that you
love them very much, and you’ll
 always hold them dear.
Take time to say “I’m sorry,”
“Please forgive me,” “Thank you”
or “It’s okay,” and if tomorrow
never comes, you’ll have no regrets
about today.
 

©Norma Cornett Marek - 1989

Monday, 6th April, 2009

‘That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it and think how different its course would have been. Pause, you who read this, and think for a long moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on that memorable day.’

— Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

On the same day that 29 miners were declared dead in a tragic mining explosion in New Zealand

I welcomed my sister home, safe, sound and happy after many months away.

I can’t even begin to imagine what if I could never see her again.

I pray for those 29 men - may their souls rest in peace. And especially their families who will never see their loved ones return, that they find the strength to get through this.

Tumblr aka Procrastinators Anonymous

This goes out to all the 3000 word essays not being written, the exams not being studied for, the presentations not being prepared for, the rooms not being cleaned, the suitcases not being packed, the dinners not being cooked, the sleep not being had.

That awkward moment

When your ex goes on a boozey Tweeting bender and he happens to mention you in one of them, even though it’s practically been a million years since you’ve made any sort of contact whatsoever and he really should have no reason to even be thinking about you at all and you should not even be stalking his Twitter page at, like, 3 in the morning since the both of were supposed to have moved on a very long time ago…

MIA / AWOL / BRB

Mission: work-life-Tumblr balance

Status: in progress

10,000,000,000,000,000,000 : 1

Pretty much sums up my reblogs : original posts ratio at this point.

Not that that’s such a bad thing of course =]~ I’m constantly amazed and inspired by what people post on here.

But I’m feeling a bit guilty for mooching off other peoples’ original posts to keep my own blog going, ya know?

I shall start pulling my weight again once all this end-of-semester work/study mess stops ramming me up the ass. I’m currently in the process of making assignments my bitch, though, so I’m feeling pretty accomplished. One thing I’ve learnt? Productivity is one of life’s underrated highs and procrastination the most understated of evils.

Talking about work in any other setting besides work

is the WORST. 

Urgh, seriously, bitch, friend, please, with all due respect, do not talk to me about work – (“work” as in paid employment, study, house chores, unwillingly getting off one’s ass etc) - when I just spent a big chunk of my entire day wishing I was anywhere but work or uni or school or whatever.

You can pretty much guarantee that when I talk about work outside of work, I am at my unhappiest because either a) work has gotten so bad that I feel the need to vent about it at times when I should be unwinding and, you know, enjoying life OR b) I am with company where the conversation has gotten so stale that I will initiate ultimately meaningless work-related talk. Believe me, nothing shits me more than when work solely becomes the crux of communication in my personal life, when it becomes the go-to topic.

All this doesn’t include work-related gossip, though. Gossip replenishes my electrolytes.

One word: Oral.

Nope, two words: oral presentations.

I have 3 oral presentations to psych myself up over.

I love oral presentations like water in my lungs.

FAIL Lecture

So here I am, listening to a recorded version of a lecture/class I skipped. Shit is intense. Then this powerpoint slide pops up and I’m thinking: GIVE THIS BITCH A BREAK, DUDE. Lego ain’t speaking shit to me! The lecturer lingered on this one for a full quarter of an hour towards the end, at which point my eyes have rolled to the back of my head, and I’m frothing at the mouth. MAKE IT END :(

*stab stab Critical Theory stab stab*