Observing from the "outskirts" one would pretty much applaud me for being quiet the organised slash OCD kid, but as you step in and exercise a bit of deep scrutiny you realise that I am somewhat kind of a mess in general and a terrible procrastinator to tasks outside deadline zones. It's been a quiet weekend and a busy past week for me, with so much to do personally yet no zeal to get it done what-so-ever. I am a proud owner and lover of diaries and journals yet I cannot get myself to utilising them the way they were ordained to be used, I jot down everything that exempts my work and tasks, and full-proof-train my brain to remember it all. Which ends in blunder of course. Here i am staring at what seems to be an opportunity for change, an old yet virginal journal that my partner bought for me a while ago...The only thought crossing my mind is to give-up these mythological superhero powers I have of remembering everything and living on a diary everyday! Sigh.
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