So here i am.
Working @ Starbucks on a saturday night.
Too many events.
Too much work to be done.
But then again...
Work ain't half bad.
And i have become a self-confessed workaholic.
Just like the dad @ home.
Not a bad thing i suppose.
@ least you know that you can take a lil' beating in life.

Interestingly,
I became a psychological subject for a colleague's research paper.
"you are a planner" she says
Am i really?
Maybe that's why i'm living on a schedule.
Kinda sucks really, to be slotting things all over the place.
But then it all boils down to a matter of priority.
And you learn as you go along the important things in life.

Realising that when you are willing to do anything,
that you have fallen far enough.

she spoke at
12:41 AM