Mornings and mothers

[ausare]

私は病気だと思う。
わたしはびょうきだとおもう。
Watashi wa byouki da to omou.
I think I'm ill (sick).
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I blame it on the fickle weather this month. Seriously, climate has been so out of whack this year so far that there has been no distinct seasons at all. Sooner or later the Southeast Asian seasons (summer monsoon/summer/winter monsoon) will be such an obscure concept that geography students won't be able to relate to it when learning about weather studies.

Am in school now - the Mac lab, as usual - waiting for 5p.m. because I'm meeting up with some of my work-friends for our first ever "staff outing" (LOL), and I have an assignment that I'm supposed to upload onto the school's online discussion board in a few hours time. Am not going to care about it. Because there is simply not enough time to come up with a subject and write an article about it within the next one-and-half hours. And half the class probably aren't going to upload it anyway. Meh.

Anyway. I had a bad morning today. Well, actually, I'm a morning person. Very morning person. I don't even need coffee to wake myself up (which reminds me, I need to stop depending on crazy-strong coffee to keep myself awake through the night to deal with assignments). The only way to make me start a day bad? Have my mother be the first person I talk to.

This morning, she woke me up at - what, 6a.m.? - and demanded to know what time I was supposed to wake up. I was pretty groggy, right? So I just said "6.30...", turned around and promptly fell back asleep. Half an hour later, she started screeching at me.

Crazies: WHY DID YOU GET A TEXT THIS EARLY IN THE MORNING? WHO TEXTED YOU SO EARLY IN THE MORNING?

(The thing is? My mobile wasn't even turned on. If I don't select the option to switch it on after I turn off its alarm, it doesn't. So how can any text come in?)

Me: *Half-asleep* Huh? Wha text...

Crazies: *INSANE SCREECHINESS* YOUR MOBILE! WHO TEXTS YOU THIS EARLY?! WHY DO YOU GET TEXTS THIS EARLY?!

Me: *Confused and not-awake* Phone isn't on...

Crazies: *INSANE SCREECHINESS* THEN WHAT WAS THAT SOUND?!

Me: *Annoyed* My alarm...

Crazies: *INSANE SCREECHINESS* ALARM CLOCKS DON'T SOUND LIKE THAT!!!

Me: *Bloody effing pissed* The alarm on my mobile.

Crazies: *INSANE SILENT SCREECHINESS* ...

Crazies: *INSANE SCREECHINESS* GET UP!!! IT'S 6.30!!! HOW MUCH LONGER ARE YOU GOING TO STAY IN BED?!?!

WHAT. THE. BLOODY. EFFING. EFF.

(Here is where I would also like to highlight that, at that point in time, two of my three alarms - yes, I'm paranoid. Shut up - have not yet rung. Which meant that I was supposed to have at least 10 minutes more of shut-eye.)

Did it really take you this long to realise that one of the three alarms I set every night is on my mobile? And has it really taken you this long to hear the alarm when you're up earlier than me practically every bloody weekday? I haven't even been changed my alarm tone ever since I used the alarm on my current mobile! Not even once!

No, wait. The main point? What's it to you what time I get texts? Would it matter? Would it make me a worse person if I receive texts at 6a.m. as compared to receiving them at 6p.m.?

What the bloody hell is wrong with you? I can't even comprehend the lack of logic that is contained in the mess of brain cells slapped inside your skull! I can't understand the flow of your thoughts! I can't see how you reason through every thought daily! I can't even begin to pick apart what is wrong with you because effing hell, where in the world do I start?!

(Well, chances are, everything about you is wrong.)

Also? I'm friggin 21-years-old, not twelve, and I have a bloody curfew.

I had to get the woman's approval before I could tell my friends that it's okay to meet them for dinner tonight (well, that was a responsibility as part of a household anyway, so I'm all right with that) but the first thing she did was to stare down at me and practically accuse me for even daring to think of wanting to go. Quote her, "Why do you need to go out?"

For one, there is this thing called "Social Life", which I'm sure your little walking-stereotype of an un-knowledgable housewife's mindset have no grasp of. I don't abuse it and go clubbing or whatnot and end up with problems I would rather die before wanting to accept, so I don't see why I need to become a good little indoor fool like yourself at the expense of building healthy relationships.

I was bloody pissed like WHOA. Which was a rare occurrence, because - what was that? Oh yes - I AM A MORNING PERSON.

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以上、Chii です。

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[ausare.livejournal.com]

Ugh.

I can't believe it took her so long to finally hear my mobile phone alarm. Madness.