I haven't packed yet. I don't want to go. So maybe I'm putting off packing for as long as I can so maybe I can just [with two big dollops of luck] skip camp due to a 'horribily-timed fever'. Come to think of it, I should have ran out in the rain today and stayed there for as long as it took for a germ to come into my system.

Today was a semi-thinktoomuch day. I really wonder how I can think so much when I'm pretty much going from one place to the other place to the other place. And Happy Birthday to Cin. Ha, I am so looking forward for her year in PSLE. Anyway, yeah, I hated today because I realised about 3 things.

3)Dad's being a bitch. Mom's being his supporter.

2)Dad [almost] never keeps his promises.

1) Which means I'm not going to get my room by the end of this year.

But really, I shouldn't have expected more or anything, seeing as how Dad hardly ever remembers/keeps his promise. The iPod was a surprise, but then again, it's something of a gadget, so it most probably appeals to him more. So now, when I say I want to get a MacBook holder, he tells me to wait for the end of the year when we go to HK and then I can buy it cos they ahve more choices, I'm pretty sure he'll just forget about it and when I bring it up he'll just say he's busy or some other shit. So therefore I'll have to bring it to the countdown dinner and risk scratching it when I drop it [which is very probably since I've already dropped something as small as my iPod 4 times].

And excusez moi, but please, practice what you preach, dad.

With something as simple as a dinner, you officially managed to piss the hell out of me fifteen minutes into it. Stop telling me about my posture. It's my damned body and I'll start caring when I want to, not when you want me to. I don't really care if my shoulders are lopsided. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one. And no, I wouldn't have noticed until you told me so. Unless it is really lopsided like by 20 cm, I don't give a shit.

Then on the drive to lunch, you piss me off once again, totally blowing off your promises and making me sulky for the entire lunch. Really, I don't hate you but... well, $!%@$#!

I think I have established the point that shopping with Mom is horrible now. So when Dad comes along it gets even worse. Gen left halfway so I had to deal with them alone, which was bearable since I escaped to the candy section pretty much the moment we got into the supermarket. Bought a sleeping bag. I wanted the camping bag as well but nooooo, we have a lot already. Yeah, right, sure, if a lot = 0.

I'm in a hate-myself mood right now. I should turn in early to leave packing tmr. I'm just tired. Very tired. Of everything. Please. I want crimson but I have no blade. And I think Mom will question should I take the kitchen knife and hide in the toilet.

That's all for now.

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