Thursday, 21 May 2009
09:38:04 AM (GMT)
- was probably one of the worst days of my life.
I guess I should have known it would be a bad day when my parents pounded on my door
which woke me up from a wonderful dream. Then I swung open the door and said the
first thing that flashed in my mind;
"Why? Is there a fire?!"
Of course, there wasn't.
Trip to the river was boring. We keep getting lost and stuff. And we almost went by
my grandfather's statue. And when we got there, we had to cross this tiny, narrow
bamboo bridge. Then I stepped on an ant hill. A RED ANT, ant hill. And I got bitten.
The weather was nice, but it was too hot.
Allergies came and wanted to kill me.
Lunch was nice, too - you know, it would have been better if the plastic utensils
didn't break every time they made contact with the plates.
My uncle; who's name is Dick[srsly], was eating a pineapple and stuff, and threw it
over his shoulder - which landed on my lap. And did I get an apology? No. I get four
people laughing at me - all of which are my relatives (brother, cousin, uncle, other
Had to wait 2 hours before we go home. And when we got home; I puked since I had