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.

That Awkward Moment

I bet you all have ever been caught in moments where you feel awkward.

That awkward moment when you have just done with swimming. You head to the changing room which is also the restroom at one blow. You are heading to the locker, still wet and only with your pants on, when suddenly a dapper-dressed man from a party that is held on the poolside enters the restroom and stares at you. You stare back at him, and realize that he is dressed neatly in a set of suit, while you are half-naked. The man goes, and you are still wondering if you have been in the wrong place.

That awkward moment when you meet with a lovely girl somewhere. A lovely girl you would sacrifice everything to-yet don't and will never-know. You want to keep your eyes on her, however you know you can't since you don't want her to notice yourself or else, you are dead. So you stand in the point between far and close, stares at her and do nothing other. The girl then stands up to leave, but you don't want to miss her and thus you follow her from the back. Minutes go by and the girl suddenly turns her head back, and at the same time you pretend to turn away.

That awkward moment when you are relaxing a bit with your earphones on. Then someone calls you and asks you to do something, but thanks to the earphones that are stuck in your ears you pretend to hear nothing, even though the volume isn't that high that you can clearly hear what the person say. But then another someone approaches you and tells something good, and you immediately reply. The first someone figures out that you were pretending to not listen, and you don't have any excuse to say.

That awkward moment when you are in somewhere sometime, together with some people you know. But among those people you are with, some are the friends of someone you know, thus you don't know that some people. Then that some people you know leave for a while and promise to come back, but in the meantime you are left with those some people you are yet to know. Since neither you nor those people know one another, you try hard to avoid eye-contact with those some people so you will not be caught in an awkward interaction. Sadly, you feel that not noticing them will be too rude, but at the same time you can't and won't talk to those people you don't know. The only thing you bother to do next is praying for your friends to come back very soon.

Probably it is inevitable that we will never be able to run away from the moments where we are pitted to face awkwardness and the lack of knowledge of what to do. But probably that is life, and we indeed have to face them so that we can earn more awareness on how to face such situations we can't avoid. Unfortunately, born as a shy introvert, it is too much toughness for me.

That awkward moment when this is supposed to crack you up but you aren't.