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I walked into a dark house, turned on the lights and found this on the dining table:

I think my dad just bought one at COMEX today. I have been dying to get my hands on one (I don’t even ask for this much.. a D40 would have been more than enough), but I am quite sure he will never ever let me lay my hands on his. So I can continue dying to get my hand on one until I save enough money or find something else to die over.

Sighs.

And then I started thinking of how they took Peter to Korea and how they are going to take him to Disneyland in December. And no they are not taking yourstruly along. I think the reason my mum gave me was that my dad is fed up with my frivolous lifestyle and of course the messy room he threaten to burn down.

I can’t help but be secretly jealous of that lil brat (whom I love very much).

But sometimes, I really miss being close to them. I miss having dinners with them, laughing at their lame jokes, little trips to various towns, grocery shopping etc. But I have distant myself from that during those crazy rebellious growing up years. So much so, I find it hard to be close to them anymore for the fear of being rejected or being misunderstood. I wake up on somedays to an empty house and wished that they asked me out with them.

There’s no doubt that they are very good parents.
& I really wish I can be a part of their lifes again :*(