A mediocre Tuesday morning starts at half-ten.

The curtains are left undrawn, light diffusing through it like liquid gold through rose coloured glasses.
It's going to take me a week to get my systems back to full gear since I shut it down over the weekend.
My sister once exclaimed rather loudly that I was like a machine. I do admit that sometimes I do have a tendency to plow over work with the determination of a cat in heat -- I couldn't find a better synonym -- but I am not a machine. If I were, that would explain why it's taking such a long time for my brain to reboot... Must be the bug fixes and anti-virus running amok.

I have projects lined up, one after another, to keep me in sane mind for the next month and a half, before I depart to Melbourne for another few years of school. A degree in Interior Design that I had been accepted into. So much to prepare and I'm rather looking forward to it.

Your life's calling is something you love to do so much that you don't mind doing it for free.
You don't mind that you might end up living in a box at the side of the road because of it.
I'm 23, 24 in April, and I found mine.
Best Christmas present from myself... EVER!