Black and White

Guess what has just arrived at my home a couple of days ago:

Now my fingers will seriously be very busy.

Snoozed

It was a very fine morning in another day of a week, a week that starts to force kids to rise and shine early in 6 AM to slip into their neatly ironed uniform that had been hanging dormant for around two weeks in the cockroach-filled cupboard. Apart from such internal disturbance, however, the morning was really fine. Drops of dew slowly flowed down atop the leaves outside the cordon of houses, fighting against the inertia caused by the freezing air. Little birds started to fly around and sometimes landed on the branches of trees, warbling indefinite yet quite good to hear songs. Breeze started to blow, causing the passing by old lady to shiver a bit. That was all, and it all was a nice view to view.

Even from within my cold-filled room, from on my tender and tempting bed, I perfectly knew that the morning was very good to enjoy as well as too good to be wasted by hasty business. But fate wasn't mine to control, and then...

Something bad happened. My alarm buzzed.

The tone I set for it was a beautiful melody, yet it sounded like an awful horror movie tune. It kept on buzzing and piercing into my cozily rested ears for minutes, that I couldn't hold such horror for any longer. And I did something...wrong, probably.

I snoozed the alarm.

The threat was taken down, but my mind immediately became uneasy though my eyelids were not opened even for an inch. It should be around thirty minutes past five when the alarm buzzed, and thus I should already be on my feet, to proceed with lazily walking down the stairs and to the bathroom. But I didn't. I stayed still on my bed, and even drowned myself even deeper into the clutch of the bed and pillows. And as the peacefulness took me away from reality...

BUZZ.

The horrible noise struck once more. And you wouldn't need to repeat the fifth paragraph since it is THAT obvious what action did I take. Such menace continuously happened up to the next thirty minutes...

Up to. The. Next. Thirty. Minutes.

By that time, normally I would've been ready in my dust-covered shiny black pair of shoes, but instead my feet hadn't even touched the floor. And either way, the school bus should've arrived in front of the front lawn of my house by that time. In an unutterable panic, I immediately jumped out of my bed and rolled down the stairs, crashed down into the bathroom and splashed myself with any water provided by the shower, tore the  towel and scatter it around myself to dry the wet, and finally reached myself in all the uniform and shoes, and bag and watch. All are done and I may have managed to make it into the school bus, and though I got a few deadly stares from the other passengers as well as the driver, more importantly I'd discovered my new arch-nemesis.

Q: Why do alarms have the SNOOZE feature?
A: The answer for this one question should be quite obscure. Since alarms were created by humans, who should've known perfectly their own nature, probably that's the answer: human nature. Laziness is a part of human nature as well as procrastination, hence the SNOOZE feature. Though arguably, the SNOOZE feature clearly destroys the purpose alarms itself.

Q: And if you have known that the SNOOZE feature on alarms will do you no good, why do you keep on pressing it everyday?
A: Related to the answer of the first question, and since I myself am a human as well, then it is the same source of answer: human nature. And I only do make a good use of the feature.

Q: Describe the SNOOZE feature in three words.
A: Evil. Tempting. Irresistible.