i might have been living with a alien-germ-infested-jawbreaker without even realizing it. like goodness, i'm zonked out for the third time in one month and a half. i want to blame it on the weather as far as i can. hell knows why winter decided to crash the equator.

this space is so turning into a health-log. scrolling down; it reads sick, recovering, dying. instead of spending time mugging like everyone else, half of my time was wasted on fighting things i cant see. i've evaluated my living habits: sleeping late, waking late, skipping meals. and i swear i did put in a nearing 100% effort to change all that. sometimes i asked myself if it's all in the mind but the fact is it's not in the mind; i'm not an psycho who feels more comfortable being sick all the time! roar