superhuman.

the mrs ultimate plans were to make superhuman babies. i swear.
the youngest of us in preparation of assuming the role as "the perfect human".
& me, here i am again, saying i would take it easy & slow, though im kinda speeding up the process, taking on more than i can manage again. i am at that midpoint once again, on the verge of crashing. but Nope, not depressed yet though.

exams are coming. im trying to fill in as much as my brain/paper can take.
assignment results are looking to be pretty high on the scale (23/30) for both yes yes.
if im not wrong -no exam hurdle this semester so all i need is a 27/70 to look for a lucky pass.
1 more coming out tomorrow -ill keep myself posted.

mentoring interview turned out to be..*shy*
god i gotta keep focused.
something i want but everytime i assume that role, i get scared & hide in my burrow.
oh god, please save me for the millionenth time this semester.
(i havent asked for much) & i do want to secure a placement in mentoring.

somewhere underneath all the fixture, i guess the mrs 2nd attempts at "superhuman" failed.
so i hope somewhere in this continuum, security & assurance would be on my side & god will pull me through this one. Wednesday decides.

NEED SLEEP urgently.
im getting depressed & then i start picking at my flaws.
xx

monster? i couldnt tell.

"If only I knew what kind of monster I was dealing with, the kind you see on television..if only I knew or could see it was wolverine, transformer or even some hideous beast, I would have stayed away. But then, even if I knew it was Spongbob, I would have stayed away."

I guess sometimes we all need a sign or a vision screaming "Achtung" in our faces.

"So how was it like?"
"You know what, I dont remember anymore. It feels as if its been 5 years already. But I'm happy now."

have a tinker

flickr

Days turn to nights turn to weeks
Turn to paper into rocks into plastic
My material heart
How it keeps us apart
Watching days turn to nights turn to weeks
Turn everything I got into techniques
My mechanical heart
How it tears me apart

laabel,

i think it runs in the family, the whole OCD.
im like that, the sibling's like that.
the mrs, lets not get me started.

i feel terribly ill from x amounts of cocoa x lack of nutrient x food
i have this killer migrane which is the splitting image of my mother's nagging.

i'll have to make an honest living & turn sunday into an assignment day.
Recooperate, as they call it.
xx


I shall assume you are familiar with Burberry checked Lowry.
You can find it here

RM4k, i told myself literally -go fly kite
Back then (3 mths ago), i was living on a measly pensioner's income
RM1k x 2months

That was why, i partied @ rasta instead of zouk,
ate roti tissue instead of mee goreng, of course it was also my fav lol
drank kopi kao instead of coffeebean
& overstayed way past CNY.

Its justifiable really.
Unfortunately, the more I look at it, the more unjustifiable it becomes.
xx

Tired of love.

the best thing I heard last night,

"I think you are negative by nature. You have always been. But I give you credit for trying to change that about yourself."

I dont know how many times I've heard that from multiple people.
Its getting rather scary actually.

Fact is, I'm not crazy, just certified tired.
However, I am
-contemplating seeking professional help
-getting my nape pierced again &
-contesting on which tattoo.

But as usual, ill wait.

It's been a bad week.
xx