Down With Stress.

I am officially sick. The fever virus has contagiously gotten into me after inhabiting my father and my nephew’s bodies for the past one week. I haven’t got critically serious yet but I am feeling worst that before - my head hurts, my legs starts to hurt too and my body just seems to go against my wishes today.

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This maybe happens because I have been under a lot of stresses lately. I have been undergoing serious periods of driving lessons. I have awfully hurt my arm after the side-park session last week. I am also under a lot of pressure since May is approaching thus I have to make a quick decision on which course should I take for college intake soon. I have to do many chores around the house as well. I have carelessly forgets to take care of myself. Worst, I don’t even have the time to sit down and check on FT Island’s updates as regularly as I did before.

The DVD of “You’re Beautiful” is finally released in Malaysia and the title translates to “He’s Beautiful” for our country instead. I found the DVD while shopping for some shoes with my mother last week and surprisingly, the price is damn expensive - RM99! I begged my mother to buy it for me but my mother tells me to snap out of it. Since then I have been worrying too much about my allowances and my money, I have headache thinking about it.

I have to save more money with FT Island’s Japanese single coming in May and their Korean comeback album set to release in September. I just hope that FNC Music will not release the DVD of Men’s Stories anytime soon or else I will die. I have no more space to keep my CDs and DVDs after installing a new gigantic computer inside my bedroom and my drawer is already filled with posters and CDs. I just hope we could move to our new home soon and have everything organize.

My throat is sore right now. I have ulcer too - in which I hate because once I get one, it really hurts. I have taken Panadol to reduce my headache as I woke up this morning with a nasty flu as well. I feel exactly like how I feel when I was hospitalized after my operation - weak, tired and sleepy. My father asks if I want to follow him to my old college to meet with the principle upon my withdrawal from the college but I decide not to go because my leg hurts.

I don’t want to have anything relates to that old college of mine anymore. Let bygones be bygones. I just need to focus on my future and about what I am going to do while I am still alive. But before that, I think I should get some sleep while I could. In the end, I finally realize that this post has become less emo and angst-ridden as my previous posts, despite being all sick and lousy.