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During those disturbed nights, I woke up and was unable to continue my sleep. It made me think on what will happen next. This vicious repetition kept on and made me lose my appetite. I have not eaten lunch for two weeks. Breakfast was rather a small bowl of koko krunch and cold milk. Luckily, Taro is at home, and made me cooked dinner for us both. Owh! Nothing much I only did simpler food like fried ones and mee suah, the easiest meehoon to cook (besides maggi mee).

Even though I have not properly eaten my lunch, I kept practising my badminton everyday. I have noticed that my game was not as good as two weeks before, perhaps due to lack of energy, and my mental lethargy. My strokes are no longer base-to-base, but rather half courts and no more stinging smashes…yeah it deteriorated.

I thank AlLah for my sister is at home. Else, I will probably be undernourished and can easily catch illnesses. The signs are there…running nose, headaches and sneezing. The only drivers that made me move now are work and family.

I do not know and I sincerely do not care…