I’m extremely lazy.
My biceps disagree.
Systems analyst in training, professional procrastinator by self-diagnosis. I keep 55 ducklings fed, walk before sunrise, read English novels to study, panic-sell good stocks, and prep for the analyst life. All of it is training for one plan: a chill, sweet-as life in Wellington.
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Live procrastination meter
The active procrastinator paradox
On paper I am the laziest person I know. In practice I keep ending up sweaty, out of breath, and noticeably stronger. The two facts have refused to reconcile for years. Below is the evidence, presented without comment (a little comment).
“I’m lazy.”
The arms say otherwise
Yesterday was a slow day - not much to do once the ADA test was behind me. I bought ANTM and TLKM, and ANTM put me through it: the price kept rising and I panicked, then by the afternoon it dipped and I finally grabbed it at 2660.
I didn’t walk, since I only woke up at 5. A slow farm morning, too - my ducks are still 55 - and I cooked dinner. After that I went back to Norwegian Wood and got a real shudder reading Naoko and Toru’s part.
The system architecture of my life
I design complex architectures, ERDs, and workflow diagrams for fun. So naturally I mapped myself as a system. Tap any service to inspect it. Yes, this is a coping mechanism. It is also normalized to third normal form.
The bottom line so far
Two books, kept strictly apart: the duck farm and the brokerage account. One feeds birds, the other feeds my anxiety.
Down to fifty-five ducklings, and slower mornings
The flock just got smaller. I sold all 16 adult ducks on Wednesday, so it’s just the ducklings now - 55 of them, and the garden feels different for it. Mornings are quieter, slower, a little less of a festival. Still twice-a-day feedings, just a calmer crowd.
Flock census
Adult duck sale
Today’s feedings
What the flock actually eats
Ducklings are small but relentless. Here is the running feed ledger: unit price per pack, how many packs each has burned through, and what it has cost so far. The 122 concentrate is stocked but not opened yet.
- Corn Gluten Cake
- Sweet Corn Pulp
- 122 Concentrate
Sheila's short-lived Wall Street career
For one brief, shining moment I was a day trader on Stockbit. The career spanned roughly one dip. Here is the full post-mortem, conducted by the only analyst qualified to roast the subject: me.
Deposited Rp 2.000.000 of dividend-hunting capital
4 lots of PTBA @ Rp 2.590
A 0.8% dip appears
Panic-sold on the cum-dividend date
Missed a Rp 45.800 dividend
Reading to study English
The reading list doubles as English practice: real novels, real sentences, and a notebook for every word I have to look up. Reading for the story and the language at once feels like the most efficient multitasking I do all week.
Norwegian Wood
Haruki Murakami
Heaven
Mieko Kawakami
Japanese, paused at chapter 8
Before the English reading list took over, there was Japanese. I worked through Minna no Nihongo up to Chapter 8 - adjectives - and then hit pause to put my energy into English instead. Not abandoned, just bookmarked. The textbook is still on the shelf, slightly judging me.
System analyst prep, in progress
Under all the ducks and dividends, this is the real build: prepping for the systems analyst life. The diagrams I draw recreationally are, it turns out, also the homework. Convenient.
Data modeling
Process & workflows
Systems analysis
Apple Developer Academy
The big one I’m actually chasing. The online test is behind me; next come the results and, if things go well, the interviews. Here is where the pipeline stands.
Online test completed
Results expected
Focus groups & interviews begin
Architects galaxy-brained systems.
Defeated by one logic puzzle.
I will happily spend a weekend modeling a workflow with branching states, edge cases, and a normalized schema. Then a basic IQ test asks me which shape comes next and my entire nervous system files an incident report.
One day, Wellington.
Sweet as.
Every other section on this page is, technically, staging. The production environment is a chill, sweet-as life in Wellington: green hills, that famous wind, a flat white that takes itself seriously, and a pace slow enough that even a self-certified procrastinator looks productive. The ducks, the diagrams, the English reading - all of it is pointed here. I regret nothing.
Fifty-five ducklings, two novels, one academy test passed, Wellington-bound in spirit.
That’s me right now: a normalized contradiction with surprisingly defined arms, a quieter feeding schedule, one fewer dividend than I should have, and an academy interview to prep for. Thanks for reading the documentation.