father came home with a bad mood yesterday, maybe he's trying to avoid that question that i asked.
mother did not even tell me the decision after i called and asked her.

they didn't even tell me if i could be able to go or not?! it's just another part of singapore. not as if i will die there. i don't mind dying there, at least i don't have to see all the sickening faces at home.

and because i don't get their answer, i can't go. walau, damn them. i can even dream of some rough ideas of what will happen today if i go. they think they are smart by not letting me go by not telling me their answer.

bloody hell.