That mounting frustration.

Exclusively for this week, you’ll see me as a grouchy panda bear.

I would be sleeping late and not entertaining anybody while I am studying. Of course this rule is an exception for selected few which I would of course dearly converse with.

As usual, I am powered by moonlight. Thus I study better at night. You know, distractions from mother and grandmother is great in the afternoons and evenings.

I have a theory.
The older you get, the greater distraction you would pose to others. I am taking my dear granny as a fine and splendid example.

For lunch, I made myself a delicious and simple yet filling turkey bacon sandwich and munch it in my room. Seeing I am munching something, she never gave up throwing me chunks of questions.

Sometimes, my temper can flare speaking to her as you have to raise your voice to repeat what you had just said. I will emphasize on this later.

1. What are you eating?
   “Sandwich.” I replied curtly and tried my best to concentrate on my notes.
2. Sandwich you said?
   “Yes granny.”
   At this point of time, I got a little irritated.
3. What is inside?
   Meat.
4. Wow! I want one. Could you cook for me and put mushrooms in? I bet it would taste great. Very much a pizza!
   I simply nodded.

After finishing my sandwich, I prepared her request.
Roasted the bacon, dab some chili sauce and plonked some mushrooms in between 2 slices of bread. I tried to resist that temptation to arrange the mushroom nicely but… I am weak.

Anyway, brought the sandwhich to her where she boiled my patience alive.

“Huh? Why isn’t it toasted?” she looked at my sandwich with a tinge of disappointment.

“You want the bread to be toasted? I can do that.”

Flipped the sandwich open like a book, she made another obvious discovery.
“Huh? This isn’t meat! This is that bacon right? I can’t eat this. It is disgusting. You have the sandwich. I’ll just eat the mushroom.”

She picked on the mushrooms one by one. Slowly.
As if punishing me for serving her bacon instead of meat on white un-toasted bread.

Of course, I took a deep breath. A deep breath that I think could last me for 7 hours. I do not think I want to exhale at that point. If exhale means screaming, I think that would do just fine.

Sadly, my grandmother is testing my patience. Talking to her can be a humongous daunting task.

Another topic that made my inside roll in frustration.
You understand that “WAH…!” and roll expression right?

“Your friend whom passed away, how old is he?”

“He is 20 years old. I heard he is taking care of his dad. His mum passed away about a year ago”.
I wasn’t a bit frustrated at all but I know the next question/phrase she mutters, would bring the frustration to  a full 65% mark. No discount.

“Huh? Both his parents died? Poor kid!”

“No, his only his mum passed away”. I repeated in a higher voice.

“Whose mother died?”

*Rips hair out and sticks it on chest*

Note to all:
Nobody was hurt throughout the conversation.

~ by Nouru on December 4, 2008.