urgh, ii'm having such a bad day today...

painter guys came today to paint my room. okay. the dumped all my stuff onto my bed, washed their paintbrushes in my sink, scratched my new study table (ii don't know how they did it) and soaked my bathroom floor. and as if that wasn't enough, a suicidal beetle flew onto my bra. that did it. ii was so pissed at whacked it outta the window.

and then ii had an argument with my mom yesterday about my attitude problem and we got it resolved today. not so bad. my dad made my go out and buy dinner and he drove me there. not a problem. and then he said he'd pick me up from the carpark basement where the motorbikes are. ii didn't really think much of it until ii was standing in the basement with my hands loaded with plastic bags. ii was waiting so freakin long, and then there were all these people staring at me. and if that wasn't enough , all these motorcylists were staring at me too as they parked their bikes. as if ii was some creature in the zoo, those stupid morons. and then when ii got annoyed at waiting so long ii called my dad and he was like "can't you wait?" and ii replied "it's creepy here!" and then when he came he totally refused to talk to me, like, HOW IS THAT MY FAULT???

the good thing was my room is now painted a gorgeous lilac. and ii've got to put up with the disgusting smell of tinner that comes with it.

spent nearly an hour and a half on the piano cos there was nothing much to do and ii couldn't sit still at the dining table. at least my pieces sound better than just random tinklings.

chatting with cameron, he's changed quite a bit. he's very... different now. he was much sweeter, ii think, that time. but ii haven't spoken to him in such a long time, ii could've forgotten. but he's still very lovable :DD

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