The term "busy" maybe understood by many yet taken lightly from a 3rd person point of view towards another person. One will realize how dreadful being "busy" is until you have stepped on the shoes of those said to be amazingly busy. It's stressful, nerve wrecking, tiring, annoying, and many other negative things, putting aside the fruitful things it brings after the busy schedule.

I, for one, hate being "this" busy. It makes me feel that so many people are counting on me to achieve things thus giving me not only stress but also pressure. The stress level have been building up to the point I can feel irritation since 4th year high school until 2nd year college where I've been stretching my limits over more than what I believe I could handle. It's WAY beyond my comfort zone. I have been able to do things I'd never thought I could be able to do (at least not for the type of person that I am). For those who knew me, they might find the things I do admirable since I was able to survive all that knowing that I'm such a carefree person.

As 2nd year college passed by, until today (5th year college), I still feel away from my comfort zone and persists to become busy. This is inevitable for me. All these things are a must for me thus I force my way through even if I have to crawl on my belly to the finish line.

I've been too caught up with the things i do that keeps me annoyingly busy that it was only recently that I had the time to unwind even the slightest bit. I've been playing this online game and the site had a few features including art contest. I checked out the entries and it made me feel that my skills can be matched with theirs (since it's not as good as the people deviantart...hehehe). It made me think about my old drawing and made me look back. I then realized that the last time I drew was last october 2008. The moment I stepped in to college, it's like i've been drawing for only one month for every year in average.

Come to think about it, I miss the smell of eraser shredding, paper, and graphite. Will inspiration ever strike me again?