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Wednesday, March 19, 2008
winging it. 2:51 pm

"Just wing it lah."

I wonder how many times I've heard that line in the past week. That seems to be everybody's favorite line these days, especially as project deadlines loom up one after and another and we start running out of preparation time. Sure, I guess it is because most of my friends possess exceptional smoking skills and so are experts at conjuring random bits and phrases out of the blue yet still managing to sound intelligent and insightful.

Unfortunately, winging it is not one of my talents. It stresses me out impossibly when I end up in a situation where everybody is strangely confident about being able to smoke their ways through presentations and all. Take presentations - while I dislike rehearsing for them as much as the next person does, I actually see the necessity of at least running through once or twice before the real thing. After all, there are so many things that need making sure of - the length of the presentations, the flow of the slides and points, whether the conclusions ties things up properly and all. I mean, granted that most of the things that we've winged (wung?) through have turned out at least of a reasonable standard, but that isn't quite the point either.

Maybe I am just resistant to the unexpected and dislike surprises.

Maybe it is not so much that I dislike being caught by surprise, but rather, that I hate being surprised when it matters.

Maybe it is because I just feel so inadequate when everybody can effortlessly get away with minimal (or no) preparation but it just is so unfortunate that things don't work the same way for me.

Or maybe, I'm just too much of a perfectionist for my own good.

Damn.

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