Oratia Imperata per se
Punctuality. I was never a part of this one.Cliche. Perhaps long ago, I was fast asleep when the virtue of punctuality befell mankind. Fortunately, there was this crack on the roof, and I was spared a few miniscule droplets. From thereon, I had little knowledge of what punctuality was like, but then so, never really practiced that much.
During frequent meets, I was always the "most late". At least, I didn't let my old job affect my attendance and punctuality. What I lacked for punctuality, I more than made up for attendance. And performance. Nice. Even in school, that would speak for me, but then again, punctuality slowly crept its way up to the hierarchy, being ONE of the standards. Crap.
Whenever my friends and I schedule a stroll, it was imperative on the occasion that I "arrive" an hour and a half before the "scheduled" meet. Quote and quote. I don't know how bad I am afflicted with the cancer but I usually, no, always(?) arrive one and a half hour AFTER the deadline. How funny. But that's what friends are for. You abuse them with all your might. Who else in the world could you abuse than them?
And with that, I was branded as "tardy". It was supposed to mean "late late". Duper duper is already 80's mind you.
But lately, with the recent introduction of excitement and new-found passion, I may have discovered the indomitable ingredients of finally vanquishing this illness. Tell you what, I haven't been late ever since in my recent stint! I guess I wouldn't have to see myself as a septuagenarian before I do the unthinkable. Or I wouldn't have to surrender myself to an Oratio Imperata! Haha!
....And my new motto? Being on time, is certainly being LATE.
Labels: Activities, Tardiness, Thoughts
posted by Randyh @ Thursday, August 21, 2008
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