Jello is good…

 

 

May 5, 2007

            I'm waiting for my (currently) favorite show, Otogi Zoshi while writing my diary. And tomorrow I'll be starting my work…groggy and sleepy, and two days earlier than planned. Ms Sofia tired to call me to reason me for this, but she can't seem to call me with that dreaded handphone. Maybe it's a sign for me to buy a new one. Hum…oh man! I'll miss Avatar, The legend Of Aang! (by the way, did you know that dad was upset because I didn't inform him whenever Avatar was on air? Seems like he's a fan too. But I'm not gonna sit watching Cartoon TV with my OWN DAD! Euuu…it was uncomfortable the first time, and will always be).

            Mom, she seems like always 'missing'. He and dad would disappear around Maghrib Prayers and comes home just before bedtime. And when I asked, she'd be making a lot of excuses (it seems like I'm the mother here). Just now I thought she'd be in her bedroom upstairs, and I closed all the lights on the ground floor of the house. By the time I'm in my own bedroom I realized that mom is still downstairs in the kitchen toilet! She only uses them for one thing—that cleansing ritual by Mr. Psychic Head. Uh…

            I don't understand why mom had to do these TWO days in a row, TWO hours each (something like that). How come dad didn't have to? He always follows her to the psychic, and he'd say that dad's 'clean'. Oh, I beg to differ. And mom didn't let my big bro go to that Community-Service thing he'd planned to go this semester break. Why is that? Because she's afraid that bro'll meet the rest of her relatives on the way and get infected 'by that demon thing'…you get the idea. I tried to reason with mom by saying that bro'd better off outside the house—or his companion would be the computer 24/7 (I didn't even bring up about the rendering hobby he has now); and my bro would be sleeping on the floor anyway—at least in Community-Service he has a descent bed. But no, mom is afraid cus the place is near to her hometown. More cleansing rituals coming up!

            Thinking about this stuff always freak me out…I'm a lot more interested in psychic aka paranormal stuff (especially after watching Otogi Zoshi every night). I'm always staying up, so if anything paranormal should happen, I'd be the first to know. But all I get right now is huge mosquito bites in dozens! The vapor repellent doesn't work…and I'm not thinking of aerosol bug sprays…maybe dangerous to health. I'm itchy and spotty all over—and I still sleep on the floor.

            At least this time the floor's without carpeting and In could use the sponge one-inch mattress.

            By the way, Otogi Zoshi? Oh, it's an anime. The fist half of the season is about a band of warriors in Heinan Period of Japan trying to complete a mission for the Emperor. And the second half is about how the 'next lives' of the past warriors in modern Japan collide with each other. And Oh yeah, one of them became a paranormal reporter.  Expect lots of ancient shrines, spirits, sacred trees, statues and wolves. WOoOo… 

 

 

7 May 2007--Kimchi Noodles at Midnight

            First rule of eating other people's share of McDonald's: DO NOT WAKE THEM UP WHEN THEY ARE ASLEEP, and tell them there's McD downstairs where one could find  only doggie bags of cold fries and empty drink cups.

            I complained to dad, where's my share, I asked. I'm hungry, I haven't eaten dinner. Dad said: Next time you don't sleep while people are coming home with food.

 

            Oh, what shall I do? I was tired.

            Didn't I tell you I started working non-stop since Saturday? ONE day after my final paper!

            Oh, BTW, do you know how late I came home from work today?

            7.30 pm! It's already night! And I missed my Asar prayers well beyond that (I think God just gave his karma: For missing Asar, I got my food taken away from me)

            I waited and waited for dad, and all my co-workers left one by one "Goodbye, Cya tomorrow," they said.

            While I was upset waiting for dad, I accidentally kicked the office CPU. Oh, guess what? One hour of my unsaved work down the drain—the computer restarted.

            I tried to salvage whatever's left, but while I was doing that, dad FINALLY came to pick me up. And now I have leftover work for tomorrow. Ho, Ho, Ho.

            Whatever mp3s I've been downloading since morning, I didn't even have the energy to savor it—I was tired.  I nodded off halfway through Bowling For Soup.

            I think dad intentionally pick me up late. Mom has been making these big plans of letting us all meet his psychic. Of course I don't want to, especially since I was tired and I hadn't done my laundry so I ran out of clothes. Dad, well I checked his schedules and there's nothing about a meeting until 7.30 like he claimed. But then again, Ms Sofia's husband hadn't came home yet, even after dad came (they're both co-workers). Maybe dad doesn't like the psychic and he wants to skip the appointment. Okay, I did say I hated the psychic, but I didn't want to skip out on a big dinner. But by the time I went home, I was so upset and worn out I wanted to take a bath and sleep.

            Oh, by the way, sleep? I needed that now. Tomorrow's another day, another deadline.

 

            So, this is how work feels like: All the life drained out from you and you don't even get appreciated.

 

            Well, at least I got paid.

           

            I can't wait till payday.

            And this is just the third day.

 

            Okay, time to sleep….I'll upload this later.

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