Doodling

It just dawned on me that I haven't been writing much lately. Oh well, blame it on me being so preoccupied with so many things to do both in work and school. The hang of being in both worlds has become difficult even in my throat.

And over the past few weeks my body has somewhat gotten used to staying at work for more than 9 hours and getting a few hours to doze - sad, I know but I have found something "glamorous" in it.

No, am not telling - I guess, its just that feeling inside that I have delivered well. And such deliverable screams and spells quality.

Its funny that sometime last week, I have been hoping I could stretch 24 hours to say, 25. A local food chain, Goodah screams that. Such cliche - so many things to do yet with so little time. And everyday, I am thankful that I am this busy. That I can retire on a wonderful bed with mixed thoughts in my mind.

Yeah, you can hear me complain about this and that - and I have learned my lessons the hard way. I try to watch my lips every time it opens - you'll never know, I might be uttering some words of complain again.

Tomorrow is just another day.

And some things are bound to be conquered - and I am all up for it.