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Thursday, August 15, 2002

My dad is in charge of bringing my sisters to school everyday. But at least twice a week, he would ask one of my sisters to wake me up at 6am (arrrgghh!!!) to ask me if i can bring them to school instead. The problem is, what he wants me to do is bring my sisters to school, brave the morning traffic in South Super Highway, then head back home. And by the time i get home, it will usually be 8am and I still haven't taken a bath, still haven't dressed for work. Therefore making me....late for work. Sometimes, i do it. Most of the time, i mumble and go back to sleep.

I've told him a dozen times: If you need me to bring the kids to school, let me know the night before. So i can set my alarm at 530, take a bath, dress up, bring the kids to school and go straight to work. Sounds reasonable, right? But noooo..he whines about needing to bring the car which means i still need to go home and...be late for work.

And, I need to sleep. I hate having it interrupted for something not planned. I'm tulog mantika. Anyone who's seen me sleep knows that.

*sigh* Sometimes i ask myself...Why am i related to people I can't relate with?

Bunny @ Thursday, August 15, 2002

about moi

Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her 3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi, constantly needs caffeine, ~~wonders when she'll quit smoking~~, and will most likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much ~~(if the cigarettes doesn't get to her lungs first)~~. Can't live without accessories especially big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for dinner.

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