Been sick for the past 2 days, with flu and sore throat with mild fever. Can't have a peaceful sleep. Everytime I close my eyes, I'll dream of the cat meowing at me, blood flowing down her mouth.

Oh, by the way, just went I left for camp on Friday, the SPCA guy told me that the cat was already dead. Not sleeping. Her cause of death? A few of her rib cage pierced through her lungs. Sigh. Then when I got back from camp today, her 'mate' was meowing around the void deck. I guess he's looking for his beloved. I guess its no use to get angry over anything, at all.

Anyhow, on a brighter side - there's always a brighter side in life - I get a tub of my favourite cream puffs from my aunt! All to MYSELF! HEH! I'm a happy man.

A sick man too. Argh. Damn flu. I'm off to bed.  ¶ 10:30 PM