Two minutes of guilty pleasure
Thursday, April 06, 2006
My two minutes of guilty pleasure starts here. I am in the middle of my Feminism essay, and I should be typing, editing, re-editing, checking for errors, printing what have you. But no, I choose to stroll to the tempting candy shop below the library to purchase sinful snacks so I am awake enough to write this. And it doesn't help that my allowance has dwindled considerably since the beginning of the week and I wonder why since I have not gone anywhere these past few weeks but to school and back, but lo and behold, before the sinful candy I succumb to two minutes of guilty pleasure (not the same two minutes duh). I buy chocolates, chips, sweets what have you. I think I should know the shop by hard by now.
I come back to my desk and laptop and stare at the screen while waiting for fellow essay muggers to buzz me so we can procrastinate and complain together about the amount of work we have to do but are half doing it and half procrastinating (?? How do we even do it??) But my procrastination does not end here. I fantasize about going home early to get more sleep and when I finally do, I realise it's not even early anymore and I have to wake up early (again!) the next morning and go through the same routine again. So yes, basically all my attempts to lie to myself have failed miserably time and again.
And how did I end up here writing about guilty pleasures? Let me tell you. I heard the DJ read out somebody else's list of top ten guilty pleasures and one of them was: receiving flowers from guys other than her boyfriend on Valentines' Day. Let me tell you what's on top of NUS muggers' top ten list of guilty pleasures: beat everyone else and get As despite the stupid bell curve without even having to lift a finger. (And I stress alot on the "beat everyone else" and you can go and imagine about it being literal or metaphorical) Let me tell you another thing from this list: beat everyone else to the power points in the library and secure a nice two-seater which you can hog the whole day just by
not unplugging your plug or leaving phony postits requesting for others not to touch
your power point because it's
yours. And you know what's a counter guilty pleasure to that? Unplugging their plug and tearing their note and then stick yours into it and act nonchalant about it.
Of course, you must remember the fundamental thing about guilty pleasures is that it is meant to be fantasized in your head but never to materialise.
5:43 pm
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