the horrors of Chuan Park, Part II

the past few days have been Hell.

saturday begun with my maid awakening me at 2 to tell me that my mom'll be round at three to pick us up for the interior desginer's office. she sounded in quite a hurry. however, knowing my mother, she would probably call at 5 to say "i'll be there soon, get ready." so i ignored her and went back to bed.

i jumped out of bed 'cause she wouldn't cease the screeching. i relayed my thoughts regarding my mom's sense of urgency, but she ploughed on, insisting that i step into the shower right away. i plonked onto the couch without so much as brushing my teeth.

the other three were watching Meteor Garden. on VCD.

now, i understand if you'd say that they were fans, but they've watched the show at least five times, from première to finale. that includes one TV screening and two sets of VCDs.

i blinked at the screen, seeing Jerry Yen complain about smelly animals at the zoo. can you hear the sound of me not caring?

i headed to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then gargled Listerine for what seemed like one half hour. then i proceeded to to the dining table and scarfed down the five hotdogs lying on a plate, moving back to the couch after the last dog disappeared. then the maid appeared, asking that i take my shower now. it was 2.55, and i explained to her that, if my mother arrived at three like she said, i would not have the time to shower.

she apparently called my mother beforehand, and told me that i would have time. couldn't she have done that earlier and let me sleep in?

i took the shower, and then tried to put on my contact lenses. it was impossible, as usual, because of my dry eyes. they don't moisturize sufficiently until about an hour after i wake up. because i've run out of eye drops, i give up on them and go back to the couch.

they were still watching Meteor Garden, and i didn't think to boot up my PC then, so i joined then. i stuck myself on the couch until my mom called, lo and behold, at 4.45 to say that she would be coming up to get some things, and then we'd leave. soon.

fifteen minutes later, i was ready to leave, and was sitting on the couch. i took my time, contemplating bringing my Palm Vx along with me. [i decided on no] my brother hung around the common corridor, looking at the PerpetuPlay™ Kids downstairs. about an hour later, the females of my household appeared from their rooms, rushing us as though they'd been ready for the past half hour.

we were finally out of the gate, my mom instructed me to put all the interior design magazines into a plastic bag, then went in search of appropriate footwear. i asked the maid to get the bag, as i had already gotten my sandals on, and she returned with one of those bags that the fishmongers give you when you buy a garoupa or two at the [ugh] wet market.

knowing my mother, she would not live down taking such a bag out to contain magazines in, i told the maid, "not this kind of bag, change it..." in a neutral-ish tone. after all, i wasn't pissed off, yet.

she unceremoniously dumped the carrier at my feet, and i picked it up. avoiding a argument about my mom's plastic preferences, i took the bag anyway. however, my sister, who has an attitude towards the 'help' [her words, not mine] having an attitude, reported to my mother that she "giving attitude". my mom looked at me questioningly, and i said "i told her not this bag..."

all she said was "change it", in an tone that implied that it was my fault.

now, i was pissed. i hollered for her, and slotted the bag through the door grille, landing them on the floor. she picked them up and got a ridiculously large carrier [department-store-style, what my mother considers minimum presentability] for the magazine. i just took the bag and left for the lift,  but my mother wanted to pursue the matter.

i waited in the lift lobby, and my mother returned, beginning one of her Rants. suddenly, it was all my fault again, that i raised my voice at her, therefore she gave me attitude and the garoupa-bag. i said that there was no such thing, and that i didn't even bring the matter up, an that, in fact, it was my sister that did.

so the argument continued into the car park, climaxing in a mini-drama after we'd gotten in the car and i'd gotten out. it had something to do with my letting my youngest sister having the front seat and my handling of the magazines, and her taking it all as acts of defiance.

so, after my sister got out of the front seat and i got in, the drama ended and the argument resumed, ending with my mother calling up the maid agent to arrange for another maid viewing. we've gone through six maids so far. i was not up for changing maids again.

by the time we were at the designer's office, we were automatically in Family Portrait mode. The Nuclear Family for as long as the meeting lasted, and it went rather smoothly.

the one heated moment was when my mom revealed that my father wanted red flooring for the kitchen to match the deep red of the living/dining/hall floor. i was horrified and hid half of my horror as i tried to explain that red was a horrible color to match, but my mother ploughed on, picking out different shades of dark red. [solid, speckled, dirty, medium, dark, very dark, etc.]

i suggested a nice white, because she wanted white kitchen cabinets, and was shot down by the designer saying that it would be difficult to maintain, and my mother, going on about my father's simply brilliant idea/request/demand.

then i suggested a graphite grey color, the choice for my own room's flooring before my parquet catastrophe. she said it was too dark, and didn't go with the red.

so i pointed out a deep red/orange color. notice that i have avoided the speckled/dirty shades thus far.

she maintained the dark issue, and the designer noted that i should keep in mind the lack of windows in the kitchen. i was so frustrated, but didn't show it. she also reminded me again of my father's brilliance.

my sister exploded into an outburst of "then convince him otherwise", which i was proud of. but mom avoided the idea. goodness only knows why.

so she narrowed down the choices to a dark speckled shade of red, and a light speckled shade of red. she asked if she could bring the tile pieces to the apartment tomorrow to see which one blends better with the actual flooring.

the designer starts prying off the two pieces when i suggest that we just bring the whole panel of tiles along. not just for convenience, but also to give the other colors another chance with my mother. mom goes "you can carry, meh?", then actually lifts it up, only to find that it's light enough.

so that concludes Saturday. i couldn't obtain batteries for my digital camera, so that i could take pictures of the apartment tomorrow. i wanted some idea of what it looks like later on, even if i couldn't upload the pictures onto my PC.

this entry's too long already, and my sis wants the PC. [it's 2.28 am] Sunday will de described tomorrow.