This gonna be a quick notes. After finishing the blog, I will need to take shower quickly and then off to work.

I have been so busy that I only go to work, go home to sleep and repeat again. Our ice cream has finally hit the market in Ha Noi, and creating a good viral trend. This means that suddenly there’s an influx of demands, I shipped the second batch to Ha Noi on Tuesday, and then I have to shipped again yesterday. Suddenly, on Friday I need to cook as much as I can till the late night in order to produce ice cream for Saturday morning to shipped to Ha Noi. My watch is on the minutes, I mean ordered the truck to come at 1:00 PM but postponing to 2:30 PM in order for me to finish 3 batch of ice cream. The last batch went straight from blast freezer to the carton and out. It was very insane.

Anyway, enough about work. What I want to say is even though I’m so busy, what’s on the back of my mind is that I want to write. Writing has become a crucial part of my life that without it, my mind crumbles into each other. It felt almost like I haven’t gone to shower in the past couple days ( for my mind).

Let see, I have been in the flow for the past couple days that even times doesn’t feel like times. It’s 4 days but I haven’t counted as 4 days. It counted like this, how many pints of ice cream? How many sets of yoghurt? How much I need to prepare to send off?

I’ve been pondering about this fact for the last couple days, time is really irrelevant. When I’m working and in the flow, there’s no days and night, no Sunday or Monday. It’s just I need to do the work, as simple as that.

I Miss Camel, I don’t know why but in the midst of everything, I feel like I miss camel very very much. This feeling is soft and gentle, not like I want to possess, but I just miss him. It’s really kind, it warms my heart that I still has so much feelings. I think the best way to do this, is I’m gonna miss him, until I don’t anymore.

Underlying my busy day, he was just constantly pop into my head. I was wondering where he is now? How does he do? What is he doing? and I hope he’s happy. I miss him, but I’m happy missing him.

I want to write much more but works jump in and my mind stops for another flow of thought.