man-woman

I am sick.

Currently sick.

Not sick as a dog. No, nothing like that. But sick enough to make me laze around and think about nothing in particular. Sick enough for me to mumble everything in monotone. But I am having an ass for a throat so it really is hard to speak as usual. And I feel tired. I know I'm not really. But I am tired.

And if there's a way, I would love to skip tomorrow's school. But somehow, what with the camping trip on the way, I cannot lose reality ground. Besides, I don't know what to bring with me. I am in shortage of track pants. I know my mum won't buy me any since there's little time - she's leaving tomorrow to crash the waves in Langkawi on a Star Cruise ship while I wallow in mud and crap in FRIM. She asked me to join her but I chose the mud and crap instead. I am a weird child - and (!) she always think that I have dozens of stuff that I insist on buying more. Not true. Sometimes. No really. Honest. Shut up.

Ok, track pants in my closets are usually worn in my house because they're comfy. You know the type - soft, cottony, either BUM or some other brand. The type that hugs your legs but doesn't suffocate them? The type you feel as though you're wearing baby pillow fabrics? Yeah - I have one or two of those (however comfy they are, they do not fail to make my thighs look mammoth) and they have been used so much that they are frayed, faded and lose a bit of elasticity. Now, I don't give a damn much if I'm wearing it at home but...

I know it's stupid but I realised that I wanted to look presentable in a forest. SUCH THE BIMBO, I AM. But still. But still! It never really occurred to me that clothes mattered when we're gonna roughin' it until Miza asked me what am I gonna wear to sleep in at FRIM. To sleep ok?! Such things like these makes me stop and quickly think - think think think! - the things left that we have in common. hahha. Anyway, yes, I care about how I look in public. And forest or no forest, I am still in public-viewing what with my cuddly classmates around.

I am such a spoiled brat. But I am such a virgin at camping that I don't know the appropriate things to bring. I am pouting in this blog post.

Somehow, I feel sicker by the minute. So pray for me darlings, that I be ok because I want to go to camp!

-- I sound like a man-woman.