the only one who'll save me

you know what?
i'm not a morning person. i am not one of those people who spring to life at the first ring of the alarm and launch into the obligations of the day. i need, and to some point, like, setting my alarm earlier so that i can have snooze buttons without feeling guilty or being in a mad rush afterwards. i like knowing that i can have time to dawdle or accommodate the unexpected before i have to be where i have to be.

so i don't like it when people wake me up with a slap and a push and ask me to send them to tuition -.-

you know what else?
i am really not a monday person. i develop really really bad monday blues. it's near suicidal. okay i'm exaggerating, i'm not suicidal, but i do get pretty bleak and depressive about mondays. i used to whine and mourn about mondays and delay going to sleep on sunday nights. and when monday finally does rear its ugly head, i carry my dark clouds over my head for the rest of the day, or at least until school is over, which is at 4pm -.- and that is something!

also,
what is it with people who honk? why? why do they like to honk their car horns? it's loud, it's blaring, it's rude and it totally sends the wrong message to people who may or may not be on the receiving end. like just now, while being rudely awakened to send someone to tuition, this stupid driver of this big Honda obviously didn't see my left signal light even though he was coming in from my left. he promptly parked his car next to the sidewalk directly in front of my left-signalling car. so i wanted to reverse and drive around the big Honda but as i did reverse, the car behind me stuck his fat hands into his big fat blaring car horn and honked at me as if i didn't know he was behind.

i think people can discern what you're saying/feeling through the tone of your car horn. they may all sound the same, but somehow i believe your intentions can get transmitted through your car horn. that's why a honk from a friend that you coincidentally meet on the Federal Highway is different from a honk from an idiot driver who thinks he's some bigshot.

you know what?
i got conned. by a regular, run-of-the-mill printing service shop assistant. i asked to photocopy 3 sets of a 388page textbook. she told me that if i printed a 1000+ pages, i could get it at 0.03 cents per page. she asked if i wanted comb or tape binding. she wouldn't tell me if one or the other was cheaper. and she suggested to have a plastic cover.

i checked the bill just now. she still charged me 4 cents per page, one A4 plastic piece is 40 cents and the stupid comb binder is 6.50 per piece. all added up, one seet of a photocopied 388 page textbook is RM24.80. the original price of that textbook is RM26.90. biggest con job in the world?

you also know what?
it's weird going to mama and yehyeh's house and not seeing yehyeh there. i may still be in some extended period of denial and illusion because while i believe and understand that he is well and truly gone, it just seems all too surreal to believe. like i said, i knew this day would always come but now that it's come and gone, it still feels odd acknowledging, coming to terms with the fact that i now no longer have a grandfather. on both sides. no more grandfathers. sometimes i get a little miffed when i see old people who are older than my grandfather and are still alive and well.

you know what?
i love this -.- emoticon. it says so much with so little.