7 days to go...

7 days to go before the launch... countdown usually stresses me out. So little time, yet so many things to accomplish. Take a look at it from another point of view. A positive one. 7 MORE days to go before enjoying the sweet success (hopefully) of your labour throughout these days.

I'm going nuts. I'm losing sleep? I'm losing sleep!

I can never comprehend why some people just can't be on time. And the existence of many definitions to the phrase "I'll be there in 5mins". 5mins = 15mins/ 20 mins/ 30 mins and even to the extent of 1 hour late. Time is losing and seconds are at their wits' end.

What's to be done when none is of my fault? What's to be at stack when all else crumble and fall? What's there to lose when one's faith is nothing but a facade of illusion of self "selfishness"?

Nothing.

All that's at stack is a worthless thing called "self-justification" - a form of self-denial and self-existence: using life's failures and success to create an equation. An equation to sum your worth and define your existence. An endless pursue to match other's expectations of yourself and justifying life's unblanced sum of failures and success with a mathematical equation that's oblivious to us all.

What's there to mind? What's there to hide?

It's all in the mind. "Self"? What a selfish word, a selfish prefix to undermine existence.

sick

ahhhhh!!! This is so irritating... I'm getting sick again. This time round, it's due to flu and sore throat (plus cough). Haven't got the time to go see a doc yet, so I'm surviving on leftover medicine from previous appointments.

I've also been missing out on my yoga.. Oh dear! I'm afraid i'll morph into notre dame soon. I've been sub-conciously curling up my spine and didn't realize it until I happen to glance at my own reflection (be it lift mirror whatever). Damn!