Weak-end

Down with flu, slightly feverish and sore throat.

That's the weekend I got.

Supposed to be out and about. Be seen in the scene, but I have decided to just stay in and sleep rest.

This is the time where the comfort of a home will ideally sink into my mind, picturing the presence of family members and caring words from you.

Just a line or two from you would be enough, enough for me to continue smiling and for me to look forward to a better tomorrow.

You just told me that you are trying to make it work, the relationship I mean. Love ain't like a Project Runway as per say.

It's not like fashion whereby you can dress and undress, style and re-style. It takes a moment to conceptualize the idea whether you are in it for eternity or you are out of it for good.

As much as Tim Gunn would like you to "Make it work!", things like love just can't be forced.

Off I go to my bed, trying to think no further than this while at the same time thinking of a new theory and how to experiment with it.

Perhaps, I'll share it when I am closer to finding the results.

As for now, goodnight peeps !