Aaaaargh iirrggghh Uuurrrggghhhh!!!!
I am currently beneath tons and tons and tons and tons and tons (never ending) of stress. My workload is overwhelmingly absurd, I am crushing under pressure, I need time, lots of it. "Time... is on my side..." remember azaziel from that Denzel Washington movie??? My auditing project has so far generated documentation as thick as the width of my thumb, that's about 2cm thick and it ain't over yet. My taxation project is killing me, I am so lost. I hate tax. I've always hated it since my poly days. It is ridiculously tedious and requires meticulous effort, more ous...ous...ous... those attention to details...aaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhh... I have 5 taxation law textbooks sprawled all around me, in addition to files and notes and what not... It is no wonder I flunked my personal tax in poly. I just hope I dun get stuck with this one. And I have 2 short finance essays to submit, and a taxation law presentation to prepare. Aaaaaarrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!! I did four straight days of intense brain activity from Thursday till Sunday. Took a break from my marathon on Monday, was such a slack day I just couldn't push no more. Was fairly productive today but a minute effort compared to that four days. I'm burning out again, HELLLPPPPPPPP!!! What should I do??? And time is not on my side... I need to go to the city to run some errands one of these days. I'm just gonna spend a whole day sipping coffee and reading. I need coffee, lots of it, the craving is back. Coffee brings me into another dimension, into another world where everything is sooooo perfect and calm, where the saying "no worries" really takes it meaning. I will spend a whole day of denial pretending that I have all the time in the world. I will do my panicking the day after. It is my LSE, is that what its called, that drug??? I will dance to the rythm of coffee beat...
Ok Wakatepebabun Kukuye, time's up. Wake up wake up! Stop dancing, gotta resume your taxation law assignment... What??? I was dreaming??? I thought I was doing the Mr. Bean move... and the Pak Ma'un armpit shake the bon bon... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
I live alone Dear Allah, stay by my side In all my daily needs, be thou my guide... Grant me good health, for that indeed I pray To carry on my work from day to day... Keep pure my mind, my thoughts, my every deed Let me be kind, unselfish in my neighbour's need... Spare me from fire, from flood, malicious tongues, From thieves, from fear and evil ones... If sickness or an accident befall, Then humbly Allah, I pray, hear thou my call... And when I am feeling low, Or in despair, Lift up my heart and help me in my prayer... I live alone, Dear Allah, yet have no fear, Because I feel your presence ever near...
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