Mummy's Wrath... Beeeeewaaaaare!!!!

it's a real early time to start blogging i know... but today, i think it's a real special occasion! heheh! well, the only reason i'm awake is cos i heard my mummy's wrath from a miiiiiiillllle away (ie. in my bedroom, when the air con is on and the door is closed! :P) so anyhoo, i wake up to my mum yelling to someone...

now, for all that have not seen or heard the wrath of my mum... it's a temper that makes me, the fearless one of the family, quake in my shoes (or in my blanket in this case). my mum's temper makes her relatively the big she-bear that made attilla the hun pee in his pants... she's that scary! i think hitler would cry for his mum on seeing her!

so enough explaining exactly how scary mumsy can get! hahah! the reason for her anger was this policy that the condo has to not allow contractors in till after 9. so, mum booked them to come some 8.30. they were supposed to do the tinting of the main windows cos of the sun. and since it's a big tint job, they have to start bright and early to make sure that they don't get the sun.

the logic to this is gas expansion. although i'm sure they do a pretty thorough job, there are incidents where unsightly air-bubbles occur. reason for this? simple. i the afternoon, the glass would be warm and thus making the plastic tinting to expand, though even slightly. when night comes, the bubbles start to form as the plastic sheet shrinks back to it's orginal size. another reason could be that if one side dries faster than the other, all hell could break loose on the window.

so anyhoo, the guards won't let them in. i know that these dudes are just doing their job, but you see, mum doesn't really care... she wants it done early to get the best job! :O so she calls their boss... no diff... so mum hangs up on the woman after screaming into the phone! er... not exactly a nice point of my mum eh? but everyone has their "dark side"... *in the background, darth vader rises cos he heard my mum yelling and thought for a moment his mum was hounding his ass for being bad*

now, here's the interesting bit. my brother, the meek and quiet one, walks downstairs, carrying his 18year old 6 foot frame and strolls to the guard house. hell breaks loose there too... sigh! do people know how to freaking manipulate anything anymore?!?! sheesh! i think i'd manipulate the situation till the guards would actually feel guilty and let the contactors through... hahah! ah well, that's me... the manipulative vixen.

so as i type, they're doing the windows outside. they were finally let in at 9. ah well, at least the guards have something to bitch about today when they go home to their families...