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Nov. 18th, 2002 05:48 pmChatted with David.
Poor boy is freezing.
Seems like it’s damn cold over there.
Bought Nick Carter’s ‘Now or never’ (someone said it sounds like a bad mixture between Bryan Adams and Bon Jovi. I don’t think so.)
Like it.
Checked the World Cup site for ticket information. You have to call them on a hotline or you have to by them online. But you can’t buy them online because they aren’t selling them yet. And you can buy them at the ticket office. But they don’t say when.
I am feeling slightly annoyed.
It’s bee four years now since my father died. I just realized it because Mum was talking to an old friend of him. It’s kinda sad that no one in my family ever thinks or speaks about him anymore. Even his own family doesn’t care whether his grave has flowers or a tombstone on it or not. They just don’t care.
Well, and I keep on forgetting about him. But I wasn’t that close to him, his family was. It’s like ‘now he is gone and we fortunately don’t have to talk about him anymore’. That’s somehow depressing. I mean he wasn’t a bad person or so. He just couldn’t take care of himself properly.
I don’t want to end like that, I want that people remember me, talk from time to time about me. Sometimes I wonder if there will be someone who will be doing it.
I just hope there will.
Poor boy is freezing.
Seems like it’s damn cold over there.
Bought Nick Carter’s ‘Now or never’ (someone said it sounds like a bad mixture between Bryan Adams and Bon Jovi. I don’t think so.)
Like it.
Checked the World Cup site for ticket information. You have to call them on a hotline or you have to by them online. But you can’t buy them online because they aren’t selling them yet. And you can buy them at the ticket office. But they don’t say when.
I am feeling slightly annoyed.
It’s bee four years now since my father died. I just realized it because Mum was talking to an old friend of him. It’s kinda sad that no one in my family ever thinks or speaks about him anymore. Even his own family doesn’t care whether his grave has flowers or a tombstone on it or not. They just don’t care.
Well, and I keep on forgetting about him. But I wasn’t that close to him, his family was. It’s like ‘now he is gone and we fortunately don’t have to talk about him anymore’. That’s somehow depressing. I mean he wasn’t a bad person or so. He just couldn’t take care of himself properly.
I don’t want to end like that, I want that people remember me, talk from time to time about me. Sometimes I wonder if there will be someone who will be doing it.
I just hope there will.
