why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday? keeping it brief.

irregular sleeping cycle, piling amount of work, reports. the project is undergoing a transition to expression analysis, the last part of the project. apparently, the project we're doing here in thailand are master degree level. well, i can only say on behalves of daniaal and koktong for the rest seem to be more relaxed.

there's just too much hiccups throughout the whole journey of completing the project. gleefully, i already have one full-length sequence with my name written all over it. daniaal has a few too. thats the good part. praise to god.

the ugly side, we're both losing hair, sanity, brain cells, drive, motivation, faith, strength, will and on top of it all, sleep. the mad scientist image is slowly wrapping me up. there's unexplained angst, fear and grief in us.

there's literally little space to even be thinking of singapore, home. though i can't wait for this to end. i went through soooooooo much, so thick. from the dark alleys to mounting pressures. this is getting depressing but there's always hope. even the slightest of hopes, i can't let astray.

like a dark knight riding his horse to nowhere, where the air he breathes leads him. looking back, he has no regrets.

you can sleep in the coffin and the past ain't through with you.