These days, although i'm mentally tired after a hard day work, I'm still quite fresh at this hour. I spend quality time, - be it reading magazines, sticking my face on my lappie, listening to Class 95 (that sexy DJ just mesmerised me with her voice every night), watching TV etc, I refuse to turn in early. Coz' I find that going to bed early, the next thing I see would be 7:10a.m on my phone. Its time to wake up.

Its FRIDAY already. How damn fast a week has past. Still trying to cope, a step at a time. And seriously I find that my heart might not be able to take it one of these days. Its just fast-pace, rushing for bookings, closing flights, calculation and adjustment, accomodating clients, picking up that forever-ringing co line, to the extend that I need to divert my focal point to different things all at the same time. Make me an octopus please. And if one of these days I picked up my mobile saying "Good Morning Cargolux!", do accept my apology. Its just a matter of time before converting into the so-called occupational hazard.