Fallen Ray

I tends to do more than one task at the same time. My friend told me that it’s an ability that most women has. She praise me, not mocking me, if that’s what comes into your mind. Well, my mother has it. That might be true. It’s quiet neat. If i can do 2 works at the same time, that means i works twice faster than others. I can add another job, switching between three tasks at the same time. Now i’m three times faster. Right? Such a multitasking myth we always believe at. So let’s continue. I could do ten job at the same time, so i should at least five times faster than others. Right? ….. WRONG!

I tend to get bored easily. In order to keep my pace, i’m switching my works. First i do my research for couple minutes. Stop. Do my presentation …. stop. Do my japanese homeworks … an so on, you got the idea?
Let see~ I do my works online. Obviously, i can not live without internet. My favorite browser is Opera, but RoboForm didn’t support it. I always use my second favorite, Firefox. Internet Explorer is way too slow, such a failed product. Well the maker itself is a failure. That makes sense :d
So, what am i talking about. Ow, yea. My lovely Firefox, Fifie. I usually opens three windows at the same time (ctrl-n, in Fifie). And, and each window will have at least a dozen of opened tabs. Okay? Take your time to imagine it.

I do exactly the same thing today. I opened 30 tabs at least. The multitasking myth said that i should at least three times more productive. What happened is, my brain exhausted. I don’t use statistics or any methods to prove it, but my sharp instinct told me that i’m not even twice productive. Lately i feel so tired every time i do works this way. Not just that. It’s not ended just that way today. I feel exhausted and also I piss off, and piss off, and piss at toilet also. I spend couple hours on my blogs, yes blogs not blog, writing couple posts. I rest after million of sweat dropped during the time i pump my brain. I took a deep breath, make a coffee, relax, sit back, throw my glance into a sparking mirror that reflects Fifie instead of my handsome face.

But no! NO Fifie there. Only a small error box. Omg, this is worse than seeing pimple reflected on my monitor. Damn 1000x. My mind is going blank for a while. My fingers are so numb i cannot feel the surface of keyboard tuts. After a deep breath i regain my consciousness. Nothing much i can do to save Fifie. I just have to voluntarily restart her ( Here we are, my life feels like reverted back into couple hours before. Like riding a time machine, i’m going back to past. I have to do the exact same works once again. Hicks~ Come on, comfort me!

Conclusion~ I end this as a tip of the day. Open one, only one, Fifie each time i surf the shimmering waves of internet. Maximum three, uuuumm, five tabs to limit my mind from wandering too far and sucked into tempting swirls of online buzz. F*ck off multitasking myth! I don’t care. It took me 10 years until i finally realize this. No more than three, eh five, tabs or you’ll be sorry. You’ll be sorry. Comfort me! (