this morning, i woke up at 9am. good. i was supposed to be in school at 12pm. however, to my dismay, i was subjected to a rude awakening. the moment i tried picking myself up from bed, i felt weak and my sight was blurish. good heavens. i was down with fever. both my parents were at work, thus i had to self-medicate. i dug the square box where mum kept all our pills & medications. found some panadols, gulped several litres of water and i was down again.
fuck. being sick is both a physcial and mentally-draining torture. physical cause the body does not want to budge. you feel weak all over. previously appealing food tasted unusually dull. in short, you really didn't want to do anything.
mentally draining (ok, more like a sense of guilt) in the sense that, oh shit, my mates are doing my part of the group project. it does not help that during normal school hours, i did not (make it couldn't) contribute much. programming is really not my forte. at times, i am swarmed by a wave of helplessness during the 2 project days. my group seems to be 1 of the 2 fastest group in terms of advancement. good. but it became palpable that they were fine without me. i am really at a complete loss when i am with the other members. gg man. gg. ji pai si liao.
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