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Sunday, December 27, 2009 // 2:31 PM

I feel so bad for not going for the woodwinds outing yesterday. Sorry Bea. I was supposed to go with her. But sadly I fell ill. Now, I only have a 1/4 of my voice left. Shit feeling. I can't even swallow anything without feeling the burning sensation in my throat. I got my sore throat since last night, at my grandma's house. Came back with a really bad voice already. Was supposed to sleep early, but chatted with my darling from 12 am to 2 am. I'm mad, I know. He actually allowed me to cry. Haha... The both of us ended up super high and can't sleep when I was supposed to be 'low' and sleeping already. My mum keep coming in the room to see see. In the end, today morning, I was the second to wake up. I'm so proud of myself. My throat was so sore till the extend that I can't sleep anymore. Woke up and took two doses of vitamin C, that did not help at all. Ate 3 strepsils and my throat is still sore. SUCK. I think I'm gonna sleep and sleep later on, since I'm sick and my darling's not around. He's at band practice now. So nobody to accompany me. I can rest all I want, then wake up to do my tuition homework at night later on. Hopefully he is at band practice, or he'll be sleeping at home, still. Which I think he is. He always fails to wake up on time. Haha... That's bad. I wonder how I'm gonna survive my week being so sick. It suck. It really do. I haven't done anything in the holidays yet. Yay! Going to Natalie's house on Wednesday for dinner. Looking forward to it, but it means that I'll have to buy another present. Haha... Haven't bought hers. For now, I'll just go to sleep. Haha...

Till I wake up,
Melissa