shit, here i am.
escaped from the forboding clutches of autocad.
just thought i might shout out here,
cos i've been twittering too much hoho.

roooar,
back to work.

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coughcough wheeze.
meh, i sound like an old man.

waking up to sigh in relief that i have a replacement for work,
waking up again to confirm and relay my thanks,
waking up to slodgy porridge and to the doctor with a 2 day mc,
waking up after drowsy effects of medicine to contemplate amount of schoolwork,
waking up to stare at my phone wondering what time it is,
waking up to find myself with porridge again.

somehow i'm thankful to be bonged down with this mc
cos that means i have about eight more hours to do work.
this is the life, aint it?

secretly, i want to sleep and give it all up.

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as one part of my life comes to a close,
the ten or more weeks that has finally come to sweet success (hopefully).
the dull murky clouds of tomorrow looms as submission is a mere four days away.

and for once,
i havent even touched my work.
and its finger-close to submission.
as i continue to ignore the mounting work that grows at the back of my mind,
it seems that life will seem a little emptier after tomorrow.

its funny how scary submission,
knowing that this is a major one.
and i'm still asking people what are they wearing,
while planning for breakfast tomorrow.
seriously what am i doing?

i'm psychotic enough to keep my options for quarantining myself with the flu open.
madness i must say, i'm thinking of letting go and just go with tomorrow.
come what may, what havent i gone through?

responsibilities, seemingly part and parcel of my life.
tomorrow's a day away?

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busy weekend with little sleep again.
its only as the hours creep closer to monday on a sunday night,
do i get to relish my achievements or disappointes for the entire week.

somehow i always seem to ask myself,
where did my weekend go and come to think of it,
i'm thankful this week that it went down fast.
not that anything bad or good happened,
just that somehow speeding through it seemed like a good option.

even up to the point that i dont realise that the holidays have started.
this time last year, i was so thankful for it to end.
and a whole three weeks lined up with activities.

and now,
its just crazily planned with obligations lined one after the other.
how oxymoronic huh.

things have changed,
and well, i do feel a little different.
a little more blase, a little taller looking at things.
as the wheel turns, i ask myself, was this what i saw myself doing or being in a year?

funny huh?
regrets seem celebratory now,
as the bottle seems a little clearer to the eye,
but yet it seems to have grown.


seriously,
it took me a year to reflect on the previous year??
sheesh!

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oh sister,
you dont want to see what i can do.

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i know its good that submission requirements are up for the submission for next term.
but it reminds me how much friggin' work i have to do during the holidays.
help anyone?

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