Fifth day of fever. Fifth! What can we learn from this? Well, do never ever wish to get sick. Not even secretly. I thought it was nice to be just enough ill and have an excuse to lie at home, which of course I was punished for directly by getting worse. I haven't had a high fever, but enough for me to have pain in all muscles in my body. My nose has been a running tap, my throat like sandpaper and I look like the girl from The Ring. I'm starting to panic because I really need to go to school since we have criticism on Friday.

Whitney Houston's death is however more tragic than my physical health right now. It feels like a relative or a close friend to mom has passed away. I was the one who broke the news to her this morning because my Facebook friends are faster than hers. I put my hand on her shoulder and said "Mom ... Whitney is dead". You should have seen her expression. After a number of "noooo" and double-checking in the newspaper, she began to cry, as well as I since our feelings are synchronized - when she's sad, I'm sad, and vice versa. Aw poor mom... Hate that I'm just as lame and sensitive as she is, but I love her so much because she is like she is.

R.I.P. Whitney Houston...