Saturday, Sept. 28, 2002 - 9:18 pm
My first parentless day of my entire life and I hardly did anything close to exciting. I was thinking of highlighting my hair a darker brown once again, but I didn’t have the time, what with me showering at 3.30pm and going to my piano/vocal lesson at 5.30. I was suppose to go to the cinema with a bunch of people so when I waited and waited for the teacher to come, it was already 6.40 and the movie was suppose to start around 7 and I still had other stuff to take care of. I came home at 7.15 to find out that nobody went to the cinema, chilled out, and talked with my grandparents who were suppose to stay here for the next 2 weeks until it’s my turn to go to Singapore. Ok, so it wasn’t really going to be parentless. Well it was parentless by day, grandparentful by night.
I can’t wait till I grow up and have kids and know that my parents will always be there to help you no matter how many children they have to take care of, because if one needs them, they’ll always be there. =)
My mum called me twice today. She’s been nice. She’s buying my clothes. And shoes. She has good taste in clothes. Well, in my clothes anyway. She bought me sleeveless tops with plastic sleeves but I can’t wear them without a jacket, which sucks, and now I’ve decided not to wear spaghetti straps (well for most of the time anyway) anymore. They don’t look good on me.
Other than that, I’m still thinking about *him*, how I miss *him* sooooooo damn much but December’s creeping closer and I’m sooooo hoping to see him then.
I also miss my mobile so damn much.
And!
Uncle Rahim passed away today, in his sleep. He’s not my uncle, he’s my grandfather’s brother, I think. He doesn’t look very old, he’s always alone, he has a crutch to walk with and I never really knew the guy, but I know that when he kissed my grandfather in hospital, he started to cry, and I just can’t bear seeing the elderly cry, it’s awfully sad and you know something’s wrong because you’ve always depended on them to make you feel better, to tell you that everything’s okay, or is gonna be okay. And if they cry, it’s like every good thing was a lie, all of that wasn’t true and it’s not okay after all. I HATE IT. =’(
