Sometimes I think I spread myself a little too thin -- work is hell crazy, and trying to have a healthy social life at the same time feels like I'm trying to scale the side of KL Tower with my bare hands. I'm turning into one of those people I love to hate -- I forget to return calls, don't remember birthdays and I haven't had a proper chat with mom for a week. On top of that, I'm falling sick. I hope this madness ends real soon.
