WHY?? today was bad, so bad. parents didnt go for gym, because of my brother. they found ten dollars, in his room. and guess what? he stole it from me. no, actually, what he said was that he'd found it on my bookshelf. and taken it. this sparked one of the larger money-related investigations I've experienced, which started when my mother yelled for me to count my savings and stuff. counted, realised I had around 40 dollars missing. since the ten had already been 'accounted for', I still had to find out where the 30 bucks were. after rounds of persuasion, coaxing, yelling, screaming and colourful language, my parents got the truth out of that idiot. apparently, he had taken $18, different amounts at different times, from my room. and he just said "I took it from che wen". like, with a straight face. plus the fact that he lied about the maple cards that his friend 'gave' him. argh, he is just so impossible. after the whole thing my mum went into the kitchen and cried her eyes out. actually, everyone was close to tears, except me. dont see what there is to cry about, because he didnt even learn his lesson or apologise. he's having tuition now, and from what I'm hearing, he's giving the teacher hell. and after my mother tried to contained herself, she asked us if what we had was enough. of course, I said yes, because really, it is enough. she wanted to know if we had enough money, stuff, etc. etc... it was surprising, kinda. this could be a little confusing for my brother, because after confessing to stealing (from me, no less), he didnt get a caning. which is even more surprising, considering my mum's long history of butt-whacking. bleh, this day couldnt get any worse.