Once a fool, always a fool.

I have been running into overdrive for the past week, till the body finally succumbed to fatigue. I overestimated my ageing body condition to incur the warth of cough, sore throat, throat inflammation, flu and fever. Yet..my spirit remains strong. No logical science can explain the stubborn act of resisting rest juz to catch more precious time. It was apparent she is a different preposition but I wasn't forewarn that I might get addicted. It was a magical moment to remember and I am hooked. For good.

But alas! Life sometimes has a mischievous side of her, to makes things more challenging. I was injected with a potent dosage and left wanting...now I am craving for more. The withdrawal symptoms came soon after and now I am quite a wreck. How do you eradicate, when you have been contaminated?

You can't. You simply carry on.

If you cut off, the subsequent torment is going to crush you to pieces, as if you are being peeled alive. Days will become nights and vice versa, there will be no tomorrow, and you constantly hide in the shadows of your past. You only see one face among the crowd, the same face you see... when you close your eyes. Life, will be like aimless, living hell.

But dun worry, this is juz a scenario.

For what is meant to be, will be...and I do believe in this modern, urbanized city of ours, fairy-tales' endings do occur.