The Multitasking Daughter

I slept around 5:30 am this morning becos of 3 reasons.
Reason #1 - Tomorrow (today) is Saturday.
Reason #2 - I've been working hard all week, I deserve a break.
Reason #3 - A perfect time for my Carnivale marathon.

FYI, each Carnivale episode is like around 50 mins and I managed to complete 5 episodes straight. I told you I was a TV addict. I was glad I din have any Jap class later. All the more I could sleep in. Ahhh... sleep. One of my favourite things to do on a Sat morning.

But this time around, I din wanna sleep too long like usual. Believe it or not, I can knock out for a good 14 hrs straight. Yup, I can sleep like the dead. But anyway, at 11 am my mom come yelling at my door asking me to follow my dad off somewhere. I was pissed. I was surprised my parents are up. My tenants (those spoil brats) wanted a new washing machine. The old one is spoilt. So were the locks to the doors. I said to my dad I'm sure the ppl at the store do delivery. You don expect old man have to carry their own washing machine. But my dad is forever known for his impatience, so there's no way a 50 yr old would suddenly change.

After bought the damn thing, called one of the tenant to help me carry it upstairs while my dad parked the damn car (thanks for nothing, pop). I was expecting Harry but I din think he was hairy as well! He has hair all over the place. He's an indian so no need to explain any further. Managed to carry it up and replaced the old one. I wanted to tie up the wire so we can carry it out easier. I wanted a scissors to cut the rope but Harry came to me with a big knife. I freaked out for a moment there cos an Indian man (or boy) with a knife don look good. Let alone a hairy one. Wanted to ask him if he were related to the Big Foot recently being discovered in Malaysia. But the knife in his hand stopped me from being stoopid.

My dad was abit pissed with the tenants who had trouble with the locks of their doors. The problem with door #1 was the key couldn't turn nicely so all my dad did was oiled it and viola, it was working fine again. Dumb future doctors. I can feel soooo rest assured under your care now. Problem with door #2 was the idiot accidentally locked the door with his key in and pryed the door and expect us to fix it. Wah lau! I oughta pry his stoopid brain man.

Then later in the evening, my dad paged me. You're probably scratching your head now. Page? This is something you need to know about my family. We are a bunch of lazy ppl. The reason I am this was is becos of my dad. My mom wasn't like this but she gave in halfway. Ok... this is how my family's paging system works. My dad from downstairs living room paging me, in my room upstairs by yelling "LYNNDY AH!!!" on da top of his voice. And if the first attempt failed, he has backup, my mom. She'll stand at the bottom of the stairs and yelled "LYNNDY! DADDY CALLING YOU!!!". I went downstairs and my dad sat in front of the TV and pointing to the remote saying "Spoil". I gave him a stare and fixed the damn thing for him and tell him we have got to stop our family paging system. He said wat's wrong with it. I told him it all started with his mother, that's wat. Am I glad I've stopped paging a long time ago. I guess living in the condo has gave me no reason to use it, the habit must have kicked in.