and i came down with a flu like a few hours ago and was really sick,

i told myself, hey, that's not life to you.

i'm getting too busy at things around me, studies, work, studies, work.

i spent less time sleeping (i slept for four hours last night),

i wasnt paying attention in class again (i gave 10 minutes to the teacher and the remaining to myself and people around me),

i spent less time with my family (i forgot my brother got a spelling last thurs and i was supposed to help him with it la omg),

i spent less time looking at nature and its people (i just popped my head asleep on bus and for the trip on ltr, sub-conscious),

i got so easily agitated and troubled and i laughed and smiled less. -.-

terrible.

might be too busy, but definitely enjoying every thing.

i do what i like to do only, and i am that kind who will do it till it's perfect.

perhaps this pursuing for perfection may kill me somehow one day, but i insist on my style.

cos it's my life,

and most importantly,

cool, after writing with my runny nose, i felt so assured that i was still not drifted about my pure core work from my true life.

ok, got to finish my work still.