Burning the midnight oil has become a fact of life, which never cross my mind at all. Everywhere I go I saw on people's faces have been cast on gloomy expression, with pout lips hanging and droopy shoulders.
They keep on whining they don't have the time for everything, then how do they have the time when they don't get the time? Aren't we getting the same amount of time? Which proves pointless statement. Hence the time still slips by. They are still doing nothing for the time being.
I, for one, seems like have jumped on the bandwagon going late-into-the-night, which my body keeps on rejecting the unusual sleeping schedule. A girl said I should get use to it. And she was a b*tch, like my body works in the way her body works. Remember, I listen to my body and it not thaaat "competitive".
Yes, I should stick to my principle. I'm an early bird. Early bird gets the worms.
