Sunday, July 01, 2007
" ; 10:11 PM "
SUP FELLAS. currently researching on PENICILLIUM. sounds geek? well. it is. haha. yea. anyway. the past 10 days without my mum... seems. WEIRD. life without Justin? THE BOREDOM IS AGONISING. my GOSH. they're cominghome tomorrow! yeahhhh. WHICH ALSO HAPPENS TO BE GILLIAN CHEAH'S BIRTHDAY. OMG. I LOVE YOU GILLIAN (: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! she had her party today. she didn't invite me): annnd she didn't sponser my air ticket. wahh. i wanna see her turn TWELVE NOW.
and anyway. yea. my dad's been trying hard enough. unfortunately,it doesn't satisfy my needs. well. almost everyday i take SBS home. and then stay at home alone. walk down to Gramma's house. and wait until like 9PM until he fetches me home. when i'm like half asleep. yeah. and in the mornings i have to make my own breakfast.uh huh. and. nobody reminds me to bring extra money. yeah. well. kinda makes me realise how dependent i am huh. well. yessss. er. uh huh. and then there are times when i get so pissed. like today. esp today. He's designing some kinda of structure for some project. and he's been working non stop. making deliveries to some hotel at 7am in the morning. well technically thats yesterday. yes. i had swimming. and i was like. all ready at 8.45. and he still wasn't home. so then he called and told me to walk down to the junction and cross the road. while he waited in the car.
WHOOPEE. uh huh. and today? well. i woke up at like 8.45 and he asked me whether i wanted to go to church. Well, I would,but dont you think i'm a tad late? yes. anyway. and then he tells me to expect the repair man to come over. i thought he was going to reconnect some wires and the fan stuff since it was the same guy who did fans. uh huh. so i was reading and he came over. DRILLED my head off the notch. and gave me a blistering headache. and when work was done. i realised he had changed the cable from the small tv to the large so that the large screen was doing all the work. HELLO! i like switching places. and did it ever occur that I like the living room the way it is? hmm. i LIVE HERE TOO. well. and then he had to reconnect the phone to this tiny table where I have to STAND and talk. i dont understand why we couldnt leave the phone where it was. now the living room smells of rotting apples thanks to the glue.
i guess dad's been travelling around alot. and never knows much about us. haha. and i dont really blame him. i mean. i knew he had lots of jobs last time. but did he ever tell me that he workied for a DIAPER COMPANY CALLED GELLIES? nonono. hmm. but i know nobody likes people writing phone numbers on your ARTWORK! and he did that. haha. not. funny. MY ARTPIECE. and, i'm sure i'd rather go grocery shopping with my dad than watch Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. uh huh. and he was driving over potholes recklessly and i get blamed for spilling soup? well. call me spolt but actually i'm writing this in a rather crude point of view. its kinda weird. WELL I'M GLAD ITS GONNA BE OVER IN A FEW HOURS. Justin and mum are coming home. yay.
anyway, yesterday we went to Botanic Gardens for my uncle's 50th party. was fun. sort of. no children. other then JEREMY AND TIMOTHY. haha. at first i was the only kid there. and the dresscode was smart casual. well. we didnt seem smart enough. i mean i'm sure you would like to walk around in a black suit in botanic gardens after you couldnt find a parking lot and drove all the way up to the campus and walked the longwinded way back down. we were drenched in sweat. HAHA. yes. well. it beacme okay though. and i was like. referred to as "Claire's daughter" for the rest of the night. yes. no name inquiries. nothing. my mum still can be famous when she's in SYDNEY! even though the whole point is Justin. hahahha. "Claire's son is playing in sydney opera house" yay for him. yeah well. i shant complain anymore. but yes. it was kinda fun. lollllll. errrrr. thats all. i got loads of homework. gah. and i better clear up the mess before my precious books get scribbled on as rough paper for PHONE NUMBERS. well. see you.
caitlin