Sunday, April 27, 2008
[12:00 AM]

Here's one thing I hate most about having a really bad fever: you have so much time to spend but there's nothing you can do because you're just so mentally, physically and emotionally weak that you end up thinking about a whole lot of other things that you never hoped to come near, sick or well, dead or alive. It adds mess to the already messy brain of yours. You start to worry extensively and instead of resting peacefully, you get agitated and restless. The psychology of fever, wonders.



So one of the many things that came to my mind was friendship, or whatever there is left of it. I'm trying my best not to make this sound cheesy but really, if you're in my position you wouldn't think it is at all. I've gotten myself centred around work and dance, both showing no signs of ceasing, only picking up gear, that I've abandoned the more tangible things in life, my friends and more importantly myself. I'm not sure how this reflects on my priorities in life but trust me my good friends, if any of you are reading this, the road I've chosen deprives me of my social life and there's nothing I can do about it now because something's telling me to hang in there and it will all pay well in the future. Despite the heavy workload and responsibilities, trust me I'm forever thinking of ways to bridge the gaps once again even if it's only a short meet over dinner, but never got around it. I'm working extremely hard for my future so I guess there's no harm sacrifising a little now, I promise we'll celebrate and enjoy later.


Anyway the fever's probably my body's way of telling me that I've had enough and it's high time I get myself some rest.

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