when reality bites
i'm having a rough time, for the past few weeks. fighting on something that involve the dignity and pride of an institution. there's time when i feel things just so unfair, as i have to go through this. but i'm part of the story, and i have to be somebody in the story. i belong to the story.
i haven't recovered from my tiring-journey to Johor for my cousin's wedding reception, and i barely have a good rest so far. i felt sleepy whenever in the office. and i started to feel uncomfortable with my chest.
it's back. i fear of it.
i'm not superman. i don't know how long am i able to take all of this.