Living between Realism and Idealism

June 20, 2009

[403] Uninterrupted sleep - not too much to ask?

This morning I got awoken quite abruptly by Mum which has gotten me very irritated with Lingzilla. Okay, I understand that you are the IU Director and you have to attend other school's IU Day to broaden up your experience and also to bond with other schools. You always have things to do on weekends and not to mention you having to stay back almost everyday during weekdays. But can't you ever try to fit your activities into your parents' schedule?!

Mum's morning ritual begins with ironing clothes. She'll turn on a switch, and three things will turn on simultaneously - the iron, the fan, and the radio. What makes me feel like getting out of bed, grabbing an axe and induce permanent damage on it has to be the bloody radio. I sleep with the door wide open because since my room is located at the back of the house, I keep the door open so that I can hear things like people calling from the front door, or perhaps the phone ringing. I am not an early-riser, but I sure am a responsible (stay-at-home) daughter who takes care of the house.

Anyway, when Mum's morning ritual begins, I will be very unhappy with the blaring voices of the chinese radio station having their DJs talking incessantly like a chicken's arse. The perfect definition of annoyance in my sleep dictionary. But I just turn away from the noise and try to continue my sleep. Nine out of ten times, I would have succeeded. And this morning, the zero-point-one probability happened.

Mum was talking to Lingzilla about her schedule for today, and that she'll be dropping her off to Anderson's by an hour earlier because she had to rush back to her school as there will be a meeting to attend. Yes, I listened to all of this while bopping in and out of my sleep. Then Lingzilla made a huge fuss over this and my ears successfully filtered all that out. She mentioned something about too early, and also nobody and yadda yadda.

The next thing I realised was a pressure pressing onto my shoulders (my sleeping position usually resembles the recovery position) and then slowly, my senses picked up.

"Wake up. I need you to send me off to school first because I have a meeting at 7.30 am, then I need you to send Lingzilla to Anderson School by 8-ish because she has something to do there."

"Why can't you send her there before you go for your meeting? I thought that was the plan."

"She said she doesn't want to go there that early because there won't be anyone there with her. And it's a foreign place to her. Can't just leave her there by herself."

"Aiyor. Just abandon her there lar. And the most, it would just be an hour. What's wrong with a little wait?"

"I don't usually ask you for your help, so get up and just listen to what I say, okay?"

"Why so troublesome? Ask her to just bail out on this then. Everything's settled!"

"..."

Then Mum walked out of my room, grumbling, using her almighty, fail-proof Reverse Psychology on me. I crawled out of bed sleepily, washed and brushed. As I was doing my thing on the throne, I heard, "Mum, you can drop me off earlier. I have friends there. So, no worries."

At this point, you can imagine the frustration mounting up and off my head.

By the time I was done with the bathroom, Mum came and told me the same thing. Then I was already fuming, using flowery language with multitude of colours to describe my frustration on Lingzilla.

Conclusion: (i) Close the door before I sleep next time; (ii) Kill Lingzilla.

| mood | awake

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[404] BBQ.WTF.SMS by chenyeng2706 June 22, 2009

PW (guest)

Comment posted on June 21st, 2009 at 09:11 PM

For some reason, I can't comment on your tagbox. I think it hates me.

"DJs talking incessantly like a chicken's arse" is a jolly good one.

*thumbs up!*

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chenyeng2706

Comment posted on June 21st, 2009 at 09:37 PM

The tagbox should be pms-ing.

I thought the chicken-arse expression was kinda an understatement. XD