Questa è Enida

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The picture above is of a note I found in my organizer, from 2008’s daily schedule. This was one of Kitreena’s weekly presentation projects at the Australian International School. That weekend, for action, I was to help her come up with a chart. One side is to be pasted with pictures of our ‘Needs’ (shelter, clothes, food) and the other with ‘Wants’ (Barbie dolls, vacation in Disneyland, and Tumblebug games on iPod!)

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Well, though I would like to classify myself as an organized person, and has to proudly march around and be seen with a reasonable-looking leather organizer, I can be quite disorganized. (Leather, in Enida’s definition can range between Firenze calf and PRC man-made, okay? No fuss, so hush!)

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So the other day when I had a two-hour session with Dr. Love, I paraded in with this 2003-organizer anticipating two hours of sketching my feet or the doctor’s 4-inch high heels. Well, I didn’t get to sketch anything except this:

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Yeah, a three-legged table or stool, and a pencil? If I were the psychologist analyzing myself and coming up with a diagnosis through this sketch…

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I would tell Enida that her pencil is too short to use now. Go get a new one. A mechanical one, preferably. It is more practical. And hey Enida, your table doesn’t even look like a table. How can the top be 3-D but the legs are 2-D? They are not made of cardboards are they, them legs? Go get yourself a real table, a stool, a box, or… a life. Or something!

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Or a three-legged man, for a change.

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