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Thursday, February 4, 2010 // 9:24 PM

Bad bad day. Went home early because of stomach flu. Went to see doctor, then I went back for band practice. Good thing I didn't die there. Haha... I don't know what I eat that caused the stomach flu. Quite irritating. I haven't got that for quite some time. I can't eat a lot of things. Banned till I get well. We all know I'll just don't care. It's okay since Jake isn't there to get pissed and irritated when I eat the banned stuff. Oopps, I think he's back today already. Haha.. He called me in Bali at 11.

I still feel like shit now. My stomach's so painful that I can't stand. I haven't had my dinner because I have no appetite, I don't have any strength now 'cause I did 90 pumpings just now. I didn't manage to do standard for all. No strength, my stamina dropped truckloads. Hopefully I'll feel better by tomorrow. There's math test tomorrow, I don't want to absent myself from school. I don't want to get distracted by tummy aches tomorrow during the test too. I'm not gonna die. I'm not.

It's time for reminiscing. No, it's not. But I keep doing it. Looking at old letters, mails, notes, cards and just random papers. How much difference there is between the past and now is just shockingly amazing. I don't know what happened in this 3 months. It's just weird. I changed twice already. I just can't get used to it. I want the old smiley Melissa back!