backkk again.

wow it has been two weeks. at least. i feel my days are squeezed into hours. i felt numb on the festive season as the modules are running thru my blood. i sleep less and i found myself drooling during lunch break, drooling literally with colourless saliva that flows steadily at the brink of my mouth wetting my sheet of tutorials.

how gross can i be. the past two days were nerve wrecking. it feels like digging trenches again. only that the mind is working tremendously. i am glad, i am accompanied with great friends that decided wisely to take the challenge of wearing a hat and a gown at the end isof the three years. it is a choice that they all made. it is a choice that i made. dont look back now.

life can be harsh. i just want it to be smooth.

Peace

gasp.

im on survival mode for now.

Peace

pssshhhh.

i need a wall.

Peace

my greatest enemy.

sleep has its pros and cons. sleep recharges the brain makes you feel refresh. on the downside however, it has this side effect of having the lazy syndrome. waking up from a good sleep increases the inertia. i will not explain the detailed formulas here, it will only create confusion. well, in simple terms, waking up makes you want to delay the time of your intended to-do things you have in mind. especially when the weather is so good and cosy, you decide to procastinate and telling your mind, lets have another 5 minutes.

the eyes opened and oh noes! the usual antics of im late and *insert cursing word here* kicks in. that is when you realised, time had fast forward without the rewind button and you missed golden hours. the cycle repeats, till you decide when to stop the habit.

discipline please saleem. hoo ah!

Peace

dear God.

mannn im into the third week now. it is only the third week and the brain is erupting volcanoes like never before. it feels like ocs again, only mentally. the neurons are having major traffic jam. i need to build expressways and effective dividers so that it will run smoothly again. i might be calm but i am panting inside. regulating the bloodstream every heartbeat makes me grit. 1095 days to glory. i shall pull this off smoothly. i must. my hairs are dropping. i shall remind myself of brunei and not let vanquished battles cripple me because the war is not over till i have my victory flag planted on the steep mountain.

ahhh.

maintaining my smile everyday.

Peace

b(*t) = ch

the mind is trying to regain the memories of calculating again. remembering mathematics after national service can be a b*tch. plus all the modules need complicated equations to be dealt with. cheesebun. why cant maths be like english, write countless essay, better if it is open ended and i can just load a junk of craps and still got marks. and if maths is mathematics, one fine careless mistake, and i am gone, gone just like that. a big zero on the forehead.

practise, practise, practise.

but i lazy la. i need to get a whip.

Peace

dadada.

imy.

Peace