Flying without Wings
I'm launching into another panic attack.
Which in this instance feels pretty much like trying to fly without wings.
The feelings of exasperation, desperation and futility.
I didn't think a 12-hour work shift would drain the energy out of me. Duracell can't keep the bunny going. I finished my first day at work totally exhausted, I lost all appetite and mental focus to work on anything else except climb into bed and get ready to wake at 5am tomorrow.
Yes, I need to wake at 5am in order to get to work at 630am so I could set off punctually at 8am.
So now, if I end my day like a mangled orange squeezed till no pulp's left, how am I going to find time to:
1. Go to the gym -- lose weight, keep fit
2. Attend lessons/do assignments -- final semester
3. Lias with people -- for FYP-related issues
4. Post-production -- the actual putting together of a book and exhibition in time for the absolute March 16 deadline.
Sigh.
To make it worse, my co-star is helluva GORGEOUS with a capital G, and as I expected, straight out from Japanese anime comic book. Chiselled face, sharp chin, defined nose, fair skin, long brown floppy hair, and a icy-cool yet not turned-off attitude. He can make heads turn 360 degrees just waltzing across the carpark from our bus to the void deck, I can't imagine what it's like during lunch at hawker centres. The lad draws so much attention, he can wear A-pek shorts and still make skirts drop with the flick of his hair.
Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but I'm sure if looks can kill, my entire life won't be enough for me to die to even be standing an arm's length from him, much less have him piggy-back me in one of the scenes.
Having said that, he IS really pretty, but that's all there is to it. Eye candy, good to look at, perfect school-girl crush idol. Fortunately, I'm way beyond all that. So there's no chance you'll catch me entertaining any fantasies of him. Just because I think someone is good-looking doesn't mean I'm smitten. So if your papparazzi-radar is going off, save it for some other time, because both he and I don't stand a chance.
My point is, it is terribly stressful starring against someone so gorgeous, because think of it as him being Harry's Invisible Cloak and me being Harry. With the cloak, no one will ever notice you. Which isn't really the point in a drama is it? So I'm launching into a panic attack because one of the five hundred and forty six thousandth tasks I have to do (with such a lack of time) is to sleep early and look pretty.
Sigh.
Recall one of my new year resolutions: I will not give up easily. I need to get disciplined and hit the gym even though I'm feeling like a lousy sack of potatoes and I much rather stuff myself with Ruffles while watching Project Runway. With so many good-looking people flooding my social circle, getting slimmer and trimmer and sexier and younger, I know I can't afford to be complacent. I need to constantly look 10 years younger. So by the time I'm 32, I won't look and feel and talk like a sagging bag of bones who scorns at everything and anything.
In fact, I should start now.
So I shall end here.
Good night.
Which in this instance feels pretty much like trying to fly without wings.
The feelings of exasperation, desperation and futility.
I didn't think a 12-hour work shift would drain the energy out of me. Duracell can't keep the bunny going. I finished my first day at work totally exhausted, I lost all appetite and mental focus to work on anything else except climb into bed and get ready to wake at 5am tomorrow.
Yes, I need to wake at 5am in order to get to work at 630am so I could set off punctually at 8am.
So now, if I end my day like a mangled orange squeezed till no pulp's left, how am I going to find time to:
1. Go to the gym -- lose weight, keep fit
2. Attend lessons/do assignments -- final semester
3. Lias with people -- for FYP-related issues
4. Post-production -- the actual putting together of a book and exhibition in time for the absolute March 16 deadline.
Sigh.
To make it worse, my co-star is helluva GORGEOUS with a capital G, and as I expected, straight out from Japanese anime comic book. Chiselled face, sharp chin, defined nose, fair skin, long brown floppy hair, and a icy-cool yet not turned-off attitude. He can make heads turn 360 degrees just waltzing across the carpark from our bus to the void deck, I can't imagine what it's like during lunch at hawker centres. The lad draws so much attention, he can wear A-pek shorts and still make skirts drop with the flick of his hair.
Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but I'm sure if looks can kill, my entire life won't be enough for me to die to even be standing an arm's length from him, much less have him piggy-back me in one of the scenes.
Having said that, he IS really pretty, but that's all there is to it. Eye candy, good to look at, perfect school-girl crush idol. Fortunately, I'm way beyond all that. So there's no chance you'll catch me entertaining any fantasies of him. Just because I think someone is good-looking doesn't mean I'm smitten. So if your papparazzi-radar is going off, save it for some other time, because both he and I don't stand a chance.
My point is, it is terribly stressful starring against someone so gorgeous, because think of it as him being Harry's Invisible Cloak and me being Harry. With the cloak, no one will ever notice you. Which isn't really the point in a drama is it? So I'm launching into a panic attack because one of the five hundred and forty six thousandth tasks I have to do (with such a lack of time) is to sleep early and look pretty.
Sigh.
Recall one of my new year resolutions: I will not give up easily. I need to get disciplined and hit the gym even though I'm feeling like a lousy sack of potatoes and I much rather stuff myself with Ruffles while watching Project Runway. With so many good-looking people flooding my social circle, getting slimmer and trimmer and sexier and younger, I know I can't afford to be complacent. I need to constantly look 10 years younger. So by the time I'm 32, I won't look and feel and talk like a sagging bag of bones who scorns at everything and anything.
In fact, I should start now.
So I shall end here.
Good night.
posted by Me at 11:26 pm
2 Comments:
Nice Reading...
Well hope your new year resolution comes true:-)
damn cute la you..... cheers girl. you'll pull thru. it's just temporary. Everyone faces shit now. Maybe yours is bigger but hey, you get plenty of rewards at the end of the day. C'est la vie!!
Happy eye-candy gazing!!
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