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Wednesday, November 08, 2006
11:39 pm

harder to breathe.


In the weekend that just passed: Friday saw Zee's birthday celebration at Union Square where he was made to do a solo (but pretty damn good) shines performance to Dilo Como Yo. Back-to-back photoshoots on Saturday (Shan's birthday!), a personal one at i-studio in the day, followed by another with the ADS team for this year's congress team portrait to hang on the studio wall. Woke up bright and early (for my standards) on Sunday for a Hari Raya visit to Dzarrin's place, then a mad rush to school for marketing project meeting, a sumptuous buffet dinner at Hanabi to celebrate Zee and Shan's birthdays, and a bout of drinks at Loof after.

I am now resigned to my fate for too many things, a highly uncharacteristic occurrence. No, it is not possible to get enough sleep any longer, and will remain impossible for the next few days and weeks to come, as project deadlines and the exams loom threateningly over our heads. It is not possible to have enough time for everything - some things will have to be sacrificed, and all I can do is hope that I will not end up as one of them. No, I know I am not going to get enough of everything that I have been wishing for, hoping for - so stop dreaming already and do something about it.

When is it ever enough, anyway? It is apparent that I am the sort who never gets enough of anything and everything. If you were to give me an inch, I'd request for a mile. Offer me a cake, and most likely I'll ask for another. Yes, I am that sort of girl - the sort you'd probably be better off not meeting ever in your life; the sort with an incessant flow of demands and requests and desires; the sort who is never satisfied.

Discontentment has been a companion to me for almost all my life - I have become so used to its constant presence, I honestly do not know what I would do if I were to awake one day, to find myself feeling...contented.

Oh, the horror.

I do look forward to that day, though. May it arrive soon.

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