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Monday, December 27, 2004

Emy just called....wow it's been a real long time since I've seen her. She's one of my close friend whom I can get along well with. She is currently working at somewhere in east coast (some cafe). She used to work at Clarke Quay "One Night Stand". She quit that job though cause of all the politics and stuff. Sigh....politics schomolitics! I used to work at "Molly Malones" at Boat Quay. It is a nice place to work at. However, mum asked me to stop working till I'm free enough to work and my school work is not disrupted etc....anyway, Emy and I have it made a point to meet up at least once a month since now she has every Monday and Thursday off. Same as me! I have no school on every Monday and Thursday.

Anyway, yesterday and today my grand aunt came over. I love my grand aunt. Her name is Christine but we call her Aunty Kitty. Kitty is her nickname since god knows when! Anyway, I was really annoyed at my dad yesterday. Aunty Kitty always comes to visit every weekend. She used to stay with us but now she stays in home for the aged....something like that. It is not that bad as it sounds. Anyway, when she comes over, she always sits down on the place where my dad usually sits. Thats when I got annoyed with HIM. When Aunty Kitty said it was time to go home, she got up and said bye to us. And HE said something like "finally can sit down. waiting for her to go....". I never really dared to talk back to my dad in my whole 19 yrs of life. Only dared to have a small argue. I just told him like "why is he saying this....Aunty Kitty didnt do anything wrong" and I told him if next time he wants to sit down on the couch just let me know and I would give up my seat for him. I mean goodness....is it that hard not sit on the couch for a while?! I dont know whether you understand but it's not the first time. When Aunty Kitty says "Bye" to HIM. HE justs says bye without even looking up at my aunt! It may sound like a small thing but it's little things he does which sometimes really irks me so much. Sometimes I just wish that he would just do nothing or be invisible. When HE is not around, the family is much more peaceful. Honestly. BUT of course, I am THANKFUL and GRATEFUL for a dad. I dont want anyone to get me wrong. Just that sometimes I have to express how I feel or maybe I am just a complain queen....? Well, whatever the case is, like people say "he IS your dad after all".

Sigh, Christmas is almost over. They said 12 days of Christmas huh....feels too fast. But then again, feels no different. I feel really bad. Serious. Never attended mass. Tell me I'm not bad. Sometimes I feel so guilty. I dont know why?

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