MY family and I went to camp.. Camp at a small village in a small town..
It was 100km off Bangkok, in Saraburi.
That place has a lot of big lakes, hills and quarry.
My leg is paining me whenever I think of this, this emotional problem shld gt rid of it.

19 Dec 2008. I shall remember this day. Has this made me brave? I dont think so. But I learnt a lesson. Dont ever overestimate yourself or be careless. Bloody hell. I made my dad feel guilty.
He saved my life. My father rocks in this whole world. I cant imagine where will I be if my dad didnt save me in time.Everything happened too fast and I cant even grasp it. Furthermore, grimacing in pain or how I got it.

The doctor kept askin how I got it. The cream or watever he applied on me was pain. It was in different places.and it was a majour wounds. I had to endured it 4 times, the 2nd dae was more painful den the 1st dae. What started to frighten me was when the workers think my wounds are too serious to pour water on it.

The tents we slept was nice. Ok, the sleepingh bag was very thick and cosy!! but my neck hurts because I was sleepin on the slope. The night was cold, the mornin was cooling. I should have sun-tanned.