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Early morning rants
11:20 AM
Early morning rants

You know you've got a long day ahead when...

1. You get rudely awoken after 5 hours of sleep by your brother barging into your room half an hour before you're supposed to be up and shouts at you to wake up and send him to basketball grading like right now. After muttering groggily that you're already awake, the brother firmly states that awake means getting up and brushing teeth and NOT lying in bed with eyes half-shut and you pull the blanket over your head to drown out his voice and drowsily go back to sleep.

2. After 10 minutes, the phone vibrates and clatters on the dresser and you get woken up again as mummy texts to remind you to wake up and send the brother out and to say that the maid isn't feeling well as she has gastric which means probability of no lunch.

3. 5 minutes later, the alarm you set last night at 3am rings and the brother barges in for round two and you know there's no way you're gonna get anymore sleep so you roll out of bed and walk zombie-like to the bathroom with your tummy growling but you don't feel like eating anything but those cough lozenges cause you know you have a bad cough/sore throat coming and you can't eat anything you really want to eat, hence, you have no appetite for breakfast.

4. You walk downstairs to a dark (Its rainy and gloomy and cooling, perfect weather for sleeping and you're up awake so early) and quiet house and you remember again that this is the what 3rd? or 4th? consecutive day of the weekend that you're home alone cause everyone else has disappeared off to Malacca again to eat and visit or because they have more fun and interesting plans while you're stuck at home as you have exams and at the very least, you have to seem like you're locking yourself at home to study eventhough you're actually not.

5. You shoot an orange light that just flashed red as you made that turn and you forgot about the second set of lights just ahead and its red and not only do you have to suddenly brake (Lucky thing the brother isn't in the car) but you realise that you're not on the lane you want to be on. And you remember that you promised not shoot anymore red lights. Uh-oh. Sigh. =/

6. You come home and you stand outside the bedroom and the studyroom, thinking if you should just go back to bed or if you should tackle that unread law book and undone math questions. Kiasu-ism wins out and you enter the studyroom and reach out for that packet of lozenges to pop one in your mouth till you remember that doctors always say don't eat medication on an empty tummy and you know that if you start relying on lozenges so early in the morning, you'll be popping them the whole day. (I once finished a 6 pack of Strepsils in half a day of college!)

7. There's a conspiracy between your tummy and the kitchen cause when you're in the studyroom trying to study, your tummy growls and you feel weak and unable to focus. And when you tell your brain to ignore your tummy, it sends pre-gastric like pangs so that you'll go feed it before it gets vicious and give you gastric attacks so bad that you can't stand! As you walk downstairs to rummage for food, the pangs go away and you don't feel so hungry after all. So you resolutely decide to wait for lunch and go back upstairs and the same thing happens again!

8. After disconsolately thinking of what to eat, cause the kakak isn't feeling well so you don't wanna ask her to cook and besides everything that you wanna eat and she can cook is off the list of edible breakfast things as you don't want to aggravate the throat any further. So that means toasted bread, fried omelettes (there's no more cheese in the house anyway), instant noodles, McD's breakfast set is out of the question. Even chocolate milk is off the list because its cold and its chocolate which is bound to aggravate the throat. The only thing that comes to your mind is water, plain bread or porridge. I think I'd rather starve, thank you very much!

9. And after succumbing to the chocolate milk, you take out the milk carton and discover that there's only a little bit left. Shaking the carton with a disgusted look on your face doesn't make more milk appear and suddenly, you get a brilliant idea. You decide to make yourself a big cup of hot sweet tea! *now why didn't I think of that earlier?!*

Bless the Brits for free trade and their discovery of China's tea! No matter that there was an opium-bullion-tea triangle and they dominated the seas. The good ol' cuppa tea is a real lifesaver! I don't know how they can just make do with a tiny cup of tea though. (When you watch those tea parties in movies, they're always sipping their tea in tiny, dainty china cups)

10. You finish your mug of hot tea and you realise that you're running late to pick up the brother and therefore you have to stop blogging ranting (I bet you all just gave a huge sigh of relief that I'm stopping, right?) and irritating everyone who had to read all this early morning whining.

There's only 58-odd hours left (Ohmygosh, I have so little time left to study!) before exams are over (Finally, the darned things out of the way!). Gotta run now, adios for now!

Re-edited at 12 noon : Upon picking my brother up, I slowed down at the same set of lights and I DID NOT shoot any lights this time. My day just got a little better. =)

And Zhan Sheng, Happy 19th Birthday!!! Ada orang sudah tua...=p

Written on Sunday, June 17, 2007; 11:20 AM


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