11.12.2008 11:18 AM
hello.
this morning i woke up and went to the living room with a newspaper. i wanted to read it, instead i accompanied my grandmother to watch the zao3 an1 nin2 hao3. i woke up at around 8:30am. i slept around 10 hrs, which means i slept at around 10:30pm the previous night. usually i would have woke up at 10++am. den my father came out of his room with his gong1 shi4 bao1, and put it near the door. as he ate his breakfast, he asked me, "have u eaten ur breakfast?" i replied a "no". i watched television until it was nine plus? den i went to wash my hands to eat breakfast. he was in the toilet searching for dunno-wat. i went into the kitchen and watched my maid made milo for me. i took the cup of milo out of the kitchen and placed quite carefully on the dining table, afraid that it might spill out. i drank my milo with content. den i ate the Mr Bean on a plate. i thot wat was the filling, so gross! i thot abt it for a few moments, and realised it was tuna. i gradually liked it and finished the Mr Bean within a few minutes. i was still hungry. i strode into the kitchen and whipped out the mayonnaise out of the refridgerator. den i brought it out and placed it on the dining table. i spread a lot of mayonnaise on a piece of bread and ate it. it was delicious. (try it! trust me, its really nice to eat ok!) i drained the milo and went to read "Undercurrents" by Willo Davis Roberts. it was already 9.30am. i read until it was 10.10am. By then, i had already formed a mental timetable in my head. since my mother is going to bring me out later to cut my hair, she told me i had to get ready by 11am-12noon . i put my book down and was abt to turn on the comp to play until 11am++ whe nthe phoone rang. "great. spoilt the plan by a phone call." i went out to the living room and saw my grandmother talking on the telephone. aft a few moments of awkward silence, she handed me the telephone and continued to read the newspapers. she turned off the television earlier. i greeted my mother on the telephone, and she told in a serious tone(very seious indeed!) that a technician (hu had already come and is playing a very sad song) from Cristofori is going to service our piano. she said that i must change the hippo thingy at the bottom of the piano. i think she said smth like this. i quickly change the hippo thingy since it was (obviously) over the red water level mark. den my father rang me and told me to go down and collect a disc. it was an NBA game borrowed from the library and when we tried to install it, the comp asked for the CD key which we do not have! my father said he was really angry that he has been duped. how ppl play if there is no CD key?? how dumb lah! thats why he went to the library just and asked for the CD key. i went down and collected it. i came up and bathed. aft i bathed, i turned on the comp and here i am, writing this blog post. the technician just left aft playing a few songs and even b4 touching the piano, he daringly asked my grandmother for $30 (or was it $60?) without sensing any shame. my grandmother complained quietly to me that he didn't even tune the piano and just played the piano. she also sort of "blamed" me for not "supervising" him tune the piano.
well thats abt it. shd i install the NBA game or play The Sims 2 Seasons? the seasons expansion pack is my sis fren lend us. maybe i shd just install, later my father have to intall and waste lots of time.
i think its a long post, isn't it? and anyway, i spent around 45min on this post.
bye!
^^
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