You know you’re procrastinating when…

When you start vacuuming your room and end up vacuuming the whole entire house at 5 in the afternoon… ‘cause that’s what I do when I’m stressed out.

When you start singing “Can’t take my eyes off of you” and “Fly me to the moon” ‘cause they’re suddenly too catchy to ignore.

When you start watching “Devil Wears Prada” with your cousins for the millionth time and laugh before Miranda says, “That’s all.”

When you look at Facebook and think that so much time is wasted on it… then you think, well maybe I’ll deactivate my account. Then one of your best friends starts talking to you and you have a heart-to-heart.

When you start writing an epic letter – a novella/memoir – that you know you’ll send after a few weeks time because you’re not ready, it’s not good enough and you want to make it better and funnier. But you know there’s not a chance. It’s just another excuse to procrastinate.

When you realise you’re writing a blog post entitled “You know you’re procrastinating when…” and you continue… procrastinating.

Come on, tell me you’re not procrastinating! I dare you.

Feeling lost? Yeah, me too.

Now the question is… are you brave enough to share your own procrastinating habits?


The Perks of Being 18 (That’s a lie)

I think I’m having an early-life crisis. Okay, maybe it’s just one of the countless teenage crises that I’ll have to experience. I thought it would be nice to turn 18 and legally drink (lots) but no. Not at all. Before you stop reading, consider the possibility that this article may bring back memories of your childhood or teenage years – the formative years. The triumphs (very few) and struggles (way too many to mention) of an adult-in training.

Becoming an adult (in training) has only made me more confused, angry and desperate for some kind of direction. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it! Oh my manners – please? Unfortunately, life doesn’t work that way. The only method is trial and error and that’s pathetic but true. I’m actually getting old. In two years, I’ll be 20. I would have lived two decades. How crazy is that? If you’re a much older person than I am, I bet you’re going to say something like: Well, how about me? How do you think I feel about myself?

To be honest, my mind is so consumed by doubts and worries that I am just stuck being indecisive. When do I ask for work experience? I’m in my first semester of my first year, is this too early or maybe my initiative and enthusiasm might actually result into something good? Do I tutor kids so I could get some money? But maybe I’ll be a terrible tutor and I won’t make a difference, perhaps make them worse than what they already are. Do I apply for hospitality jobs? I am too clumsy and such a slow-poke. Do I apply for retail jobs? They look for experience. God damn it, I just want to write and maybe proofread. I write decent pieces but I can’t even write a great cover letter that will actually get me an interview. Or maybe I’m just not trying hard enough. Maybe all this indecision should be decisions made, goals pursued and action taken.

I have my own news story, media conference story and group assessment throughout the remaining time for this semester. My three essays are due in one day – the last week of the semester. How will I ever get things done? I’m only doing three subjects and currently unemployed and I’m here writing in a blog that nobody reads. Now, that’s something isn’t? I’m crazy. I’m a lost soul and I know it. In saying that though, I’m not here to get some pity or expecting someone to hold my hand and tell me everything is going to be okay.

I write to express myself. It’s cathartic. I feel in control. I feel like I have some sort of a powerful weapon that nobody can take away from me. It’s not elastic or made of metal or a wand or a web. It’s an idea, a thought, an incredible sensation that I can only feel when I’m here – writing.

Alive. That’s how it makes me feel. And somehow quite vulnerable and invincible. Now those two words don’t go together. But in choosing and replacing words, writing and re-writing words… it almost seem like an infinite puzzle. There’s the rush of emotions and adrenaline running through your blood, forcing you to somehow make a decision. And when you’ve finally given up in the idea of ever finding the right word, there’s the light bulb moment or Oprah’s “Aha Moment”. There’s a moment of clarity. Everything makes sense. No one can see it coming together or expects the image to emerge like the way it did. Nobody thinks it makes sense but for you – the writer, it does.

When your fingers touch the paper and see a bunch of letters that make sense to you, you feel like you won something. World Championships. You beat Usain Bolt. Or Lance Armstrong (without taking drugs).

And you can take a deep breath, ready for the paparazzi and interviewers. Plus, it keeps you sane. Writing does.

What are you passionate about? What makes you not want to be indecisive?

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What do you want to do when you grow up?

This was my personal orientation project in Year 9:


Growing up, I have always loved writing essays for school, answering questions from a variety of topics and expressing my thoughts through writing. I was known as the girl who is silently observing everything that is going on in my surroundings. I remember and take notes of intricate details at most cases. One of my hobbies from when I was younger, until now, is reading newspapers and magazines while observing how articles are constructed. I am very meticulous about punctuations, grammar and spelling. I always try to use deeper, more complex words to describe something. The online thesaurus is my obsession. I consult it very often because I want to expand my vocabulary. I apply what I have learned when we are required to write reviews, reflections or reports for any subject in school. Needless to say, English has always been my favourite subject. I must confess that my guilty pleasure is reading Hollywood gossip on the internet. This provides me with ideas on how to express my opinions or tell a story with a lot of humour, wit, sarcasm and creativity. I am also a bookworm and I think that it helps broaden my perspective. I am extremely curious, inquisitive and easily intrigued. All these have led to my fascination with journalism. I also love traveling to all sorts of places, encountering different personalities and engaging in profound conversations. I am considering this job as my profession because writing is my passion. I want to inspire others and make an impact in someone’s life just as countless of men and women did in mine.


I simply hate staying in one place for a long period of time. I love moving from place to place because I`m very curious. I always want to see what is beyond what I am seeing. It would be incredibly fulfilling to capture moments, places, faces, and just about anything and tell a story. As they say, a picture is worth a thousand words. I like interpreting images and looking beyond the surface. The challenge of writing about a broad variety of topics seems quite interesting to me. Since this job requires a lot of traveling, my dream of seeing the world could turn into reality. I love writing reflections and opinions, thinking about local or global issues, simple or complicated messages from people, places or the environment. I want to receive projects such as capturing photographs of people in different living conditions, seeing the world through their perspective. I had a taste of what it is like to live on the other side of the world at the age of fourteen. I loved every minute of it. Through all the ups and downs, the roller-coaster ride, it was an amazing journey of a lifetime. Learning to adjust or perhaps deciding when to adapt to my surroundings and being more versatile to change are definitely essential. When one is not in their comfort zone, it`s amazing what we could discover. I was pushed to my limits and in which I realized that one could always go beyond what we think we are capable of doing or being. I felt a different sense of fulfillment, the kind that I cannot completely express in words but I am sure I would want to feel again and again. I am addicted to this feeling, this challenge of analyzing, interpreting and experiencing moments, simply ordinary yet extraordinarily surreal. The only acceptable report is telling nothing but the truth.

It was fun looking back at this. Three years later, here I am doing a Journalism degree. And it’s not as easy as my Year 9 self had thought.

Isn’t life funny?