To me, there is only one thing worse than being forced to listen to Chinese music or radio stations for 12 - 24 hours straight (or perhaps one full month if you consider my Taiwan trip):
Waking me up anytime before I expect to wake up.
While I have been known to keep late nights as an immediate result of joining the salsa fraternity, this does not extend to my routine life at home; if I come home at 10pm I will expect to be asleep shortly after 12. What to do? I'm still a slave to the SAF and I have to get up around 6am every weekday morning. My body is still stuck in this miserable cycle - the late nights on weekends only serve to throw that cycle out of whack and cause me suffering during the week. I mean, it's worthwhile lah, but you know.
Like I told Chinfee yesterday - my first love is my BED. (Or any vaguely bed-like and comfortable surface. The sofa at Jazz@Southbridge almost counted.) Anyone who makes an attempt to tear me away from my wishedly-uninterrupted sleep will score a black mark in my Book of Misdeeds.
Now typically there are only two perpetrators: my mom, or idiotic army colleagues who know I'm having an off day but can't resist calling me at 8.30am while knowing I'm blissfully sleeping. However as of recently, I've been receiving calls and messages at the ungodly hour of 2am (it's ungodly when you sleep at 11.30pm on a quiet night) and well... I can only apologise for my behaviour. I simply cannot entertain calls under such circumstances, unless #1: the subject is about to commit suicide or a similar misdeed, or #2: I am for some unknown reason really, really besotted with the person in question. Either way won't stop me from being pissed off though.
So forgive me for my rudeness, but on your part, please don't call me at that kind of hour unless it's really urgent! I will thank you in many other ways for the peace you provide me.
posted by Brian @ 11:24 AM
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