Would you look at that? I can't believe I woke up this early — on a Sunday, no less. I usually sleep in on the weekends, but I guess my conscience won't leave me alone. It's been giving me the idea that I'm wasting precious time by spending too much of it being unproductive. What's a girl to do, ay? Can't stop myself from reaching the controller, or the tab for the daily dosage of fiction.

I hate this nagging feeling.

Labels: ramble

I'll get started on drawing Soap and Ghost respectively tomorrow. I was going to start a few minutes ago, but due to a cat-related situation that had gotten Dad—and in turn, I—somewhat peeved, the mood has since dissipated. I could just go right ahead as I'm just itching to start drawing again because if I don't, I might lose my momentum, but I don't want to be drawing in an unfavourable mood. Actually, I kind of feel like I already have lost my momentum. Such is the case when you're trading free time for money.

I haven't even started on Seung-hyun. Hell, I haven't even finished the Real Madrid one. Now I have added Soap and Ghost to the queue — and a request of an, idol, I suppose you'd call it, by my sister.

I wish I had enough motivation and determination to follow through on what I said I would do, but these distractions are so…distracting. Demoralising. Discouraging. They stray me away.

I suppose, for now, I write.

Labels: CoD: MW3, ramble

So I've been reading a lot of Call of Duty fan-fics. I would fall asleep halfway with the Galaxy Tab by my side and when, for some reason, I wake up in the middle of the night, I would continue and fall right back to sleep again — especially on weekdays. It's my bedtime story. All of it.