Electrocutifier.

And after a million of contemplations, I’ve decided to stay for the weekend instead.
*inhale, exhale*

A good impression leaves a dent in the cranium and a bad case of tinnitus takes a rare degree of talent.
But I disgress. (this happens a lot, I think I am full of disgression)

Side note, can’t wait to be home this weekend. I miss miss miss.

I smell weddings. Hurm.

• Fierce independence
• Lecherous smartness
• Incredible Sexiness
• Intelligence Funniness
• And a wrenching twist of fate.

How bout if I call it reinventing? No?

I like the beauty of being seen yet actually unseen.

Oh yeah? As if. Pfft.

I am in direct contact with self emotions approx. 58% of the time. People know this, people are used to this— heck, I am used to this. And fucking micro-fissures as of late was a throwback to what I am not: a sap, a common loner as oppose to passive affections when it comes to the L word.

I guess to talk about love would be like Einstein to blurt out stupid commentaries. Almost nonsense. In my world, there is never a proper line that draws up the facts and the non-facts evolving the L word. Wait, the L word? What am I? 10 or something? Geez.

Bottom point. I let my emotions flow me around but I never let myself flow with the emotions. Least not for now. I’m currently in a serious need of perusing with the accounting bibles before I frolick with anything else. I intend to scare the least possible amount of mankind, understand? Juiceful of smooches!

Beaches and Bitches.

I SERIOUSLY MISS.

I need hugs, *snickers*

Cue the title, I’m home, as per norm.

Made through the first week of school alive. Apart from the hormonal state I’m in (which I blame the hormones), and putting aside the lightning speed pressure of excelling along side with numerous workloads (yes, first week and already), I guess I dare say that all is well. However, this irksome feeling of ‘something is not right, and I just know it’, made me feel like ripping self into pieces with sharp forks and shovels. Vivid imagination I have eyh, I know.

Excuse me while I bawl over my rants on irrelevant er, stuffs. I’m the type that gets easily teared down when it comes to my study. I have a soft spot for failures. It gets on my nerve very very easily and breakdowns are a norm. I hate it when I get weak. My scope of view tend to narrow down to my one and only self and all I can think of is self-rage. This is bad. It is sometimes eating me and in the end..

Okay, I need to stop and remind self to breathe.

Side note, something still doesn’t feel right. *sigh*

I shall be back in Malacca in approx’ 2 hours more.

Jitters aside, consider me partially dead on the e-world. Till I come back home in the weekends if there’s nothing in my way. And till then, cheerios!

Books and I are soon to be„ match made in the nerd heaven, si?

Good days lads and lasses!

Brats, take care of my woman.

Woman, I Love You.