benefits of not having to sleep

Firstly, I can devote my morning to serving my almighty mum by buying her different take-away breakfast from different stalls/shop/kopitiam/anywhere that sells food everyday. I can also have breakfast with my mum in front of the Tv for as long as I like, sipping slowly the Lipton tea that I made for the both of us. Then loiter in the living room with mum talking about really-it's-no-point-talking-at-all stuff. Also, take my time dawdling my way to the bathroom to shower. Plenty of time.

I can start my afternoon by picking my brothers up from their respective schools. I can totally waste away the half an hour sitting and doodling mindlessly in the car while waiting for the bigger brother to walk out the front gate of his school with the smaller brother already in the car. I don't have to curse the traffic light if it turns yellow when it's my turn to cross the junction. I won't even mind if the fella at the back of me honk at me coz I'm going too slow on the road coz, what's the rush?

When I reach home, mum can ask me to go to the bank, deposit stuff at four different banks at one go. I won't mind the waiting and queuing up before 20 or 30 so people at each bank. Nah, I've got the time. I can come home and get dressed for work and work and come back and shower and take my dinner and in the blink of an eye, the sun sets and it's time to send the smaller brother to tuition classes. Sometimes both brothers. The 90-minute interval between sending them there and picking them up, I can draw a bit, maybe get a few human sketches for figure analysis assignments done. When I come back from picking them up, I can spend some (two) quality hours with my dad coz he's out working since 7.30 a.m. and only comes home late in the evening everyday. Like the filial daughter I am, I think it's absolutely necessary. And if anyone suggests to go mamak, why not? I've got the time.

Mamak sessions normally end at 12 a.m. or later. But I won't mind. I'll wash my feet and set up the table and start doing my assignments at whatever time we reach home. The rest can go to bed. Good night, sweet dreams. I'll work and work and work. Finally, a me-time. More like, devotion-to-assignments-time. All by myself at last. And when morning arrives, repeat the same routine. With exception on days that I go to college. Those three days.

Weekends, you say? Saturday mornings are pretty much the same as weekdays'. In the afternoon, bigger bro's gotta attend tuition classes. Evening, hmmm. Okay, me-time. Or mum can randomly suggest that we go to Sungai Buloh to see plants in pots or garden decoration items or whatever she can think of. Either that or we do groceries shopping at the hypermarket. Naaahhh, take your time. I mean, take my time.

Sunday, needless to say, is family day. Anyone who's known me for at least two years, know very well that I'm not available for anything, anything at all on Sundays. It's strictly reserved. So you get the picture. Assignments? Sorry, I'm reserved.

But it's okay, coz I can always come back to you at night. (ok sounds weird) I'm talking assignments. I don't have to sleep, remember? Wait a minute. I am sleeping. That's why I'm crapping about this pointless if-I-don't-have-to-sleep matter. I'm dreaming.