Parents on the line!

I wasnt even awake when the day started.





Yes, you heard me.






I was engaged in deep sleep when an odd ringing sound interrupted my waking dreams. No, not the alarm clock. It was the PHONE beside the alarm clock. And a familiar woman's voice crossed through the phone. Luckily, she introduced herself immediately.



Stranger: "Hello, it's mommy."



Mumbling me: "Huh? What?"



Mom: "What time is it down there ar?"



Mumbling me: "7 a.m."



Yes, that is how early she calls me. So it's no biggie. Everyone has that phonecall once in their lifetime. The big deal here is that this is my THIRD time talking to my parents on the phone! I mean, seriously, the last time I talked to them was many months way back when I had a screaming fight with my mom and decided that talking on the phone was useless and depressing when it comes to parents.

My mom asks me one answer questions like, "Oh, have you woke up?", "What are you doing?", "What did you eat for lunch?", etc. Totally pointless.

My dad, being a man, didnt have much to say on the phone.

"Eh, you want to talk to your daughter? Anything to say not?" My mom screams to dad.

In the distance, dad would scream back, "Nothing! Nothing!"

So you see, it is utterly pointless to talk to my parents over the phone. That is why after the first two times during the beginning stages of my new life, I told them, "I very busy lah. Dont know what time come back home. No handphone. Don't call me," and proceed to say, "Bye," and slammed the cordless phone into its charger.

Ok. A bit drama but you get the point.

From then onwards, we hopped along the virtual world of internet and sent turtle emails back and forth, mostly initiated by dad because mom didnt know how to operate virtually.

But today, they CALLED me. Somehow, they have this instinct of calling me just before I had to go to class. In this case, they called me at 7 a.m. and my work started at 8 a.m.

Half an hour of mumbling on my bed later, I flipped my body, glimpse at the alarm clock and shrieked, "It's 7:30 already! I have to work at 8 o' clock!"

My father, who was on the other end, suddenly grew quiet. "Ok, bye bye," he said dejectedly.

Not that I blame him, he has much to ask, but I was back into my senses. Before that, I was half asleep while explaining my job scope in a detailed manner. Pretty amazing for one half 'dead'.

I said my good byes and hung up.

The end of FIRST BIG NEWS.

Second news: Friend called after I brushed my teeth. I thought it was parents, but no. Friend wanted me to edit her 10 page paper and she had to hand it in by noon. Fine.

Third news: It rained. Again. This time I was already cycling to school and luckily, I was three quarter way to my workplace when it drizzled and later poured.

Fourth news: Not that it might interest anyone but I CUT MY HAIR. Short.

Fifth news: I think I am going out tonight with CCC.