What do you call a sleep destroyer in 6 letters?
A-U-N-T-I-E
i simply cannot tahan her animalistic snores. saturday nights are becoming the worstWORSTWORST nights of my week. everyone knows i am a light sleeper. but her thunderous snores woke my sister. aka the sleep-almost-like-a-dead-pig person. KK, if you are reading this, i tell you once more I UTTERLY REGRET WINNING THAT SCISSORS PAPER STONE GAME WITH MY SIS.
R-E-G-R-E-T.
she is my eldest uncle's wife. she has a physique like xw's mother. she's gian beng gian sai. and she's given the nickname mrs thomas (as in thomas the train) i noe thomas is not noisy, but i cannot remember the name of the coal-fetching train so i just call her that. *shudder* thinking of her snores, i really tremble in fear. the only name in sleep destroyer: auntie. moving on to how she sounds. it started with just loud breathing, like she had nose shit stuck entirely in both nostrils. that itself was already very, very, irritating. but i managed to resolve that by covering my ears with the bolster and cushion i had armed myself with before going to bed. i think i drifted off into slumber, but soon, i was awakened RUDELY by wheezing and roaring and growling and hissing and howling. this time, my sister was awake and my mom too. to make matters worse, my idiotic cousin, HER daughter, switched of the fan because SHE was cold, leaving 3 others in the stifling heat and dying. i tsked LOUDLY, but as if that could do anything to help. by now, the bolster-and-cushion armour i wielded had no effect against the supersonic snores. she seriously sounded like a wolf battling a bear and then battling a dog and battling a lion and battling a dragon and battling ... i got so FREAKING PISSED i wanted to dunk my bolster straight for her FREAKING nose. i wanted to get hooks (the kind they use to hang meat in the market) and hook her up by both nostrils. anything to stop her damn snores. why oh why did i give up aircon and peaceful sleep to suffer this? my auntie has no business there anyway, helping clean up food, potter about the house and talking trash, complaining about everything. can u imagine she actually complained that the dumplings my mom gave her for FREE is too salty for her liking. she didn't even say THANK YOU.
another thing, is mr thomas. that is, my uncle. he has this damn booming voice that is millions decibels beyond normal human's voice. and the irritating thing is, he doesn't know how to tell the time. at least tt's the image he gives me. when 8 people were already sleeping in the rooms, he has to talk loudly about anything and everything. he stood at the room doors and boomed: WAH, SO GOOD ONE YOUR DAUGHTER. I TALK SO LOUD STILL NEVER WAKE UP. it's not that we are not awake. we simply refuse to acknowledge his presence. then when the entire house was dark and everyone had their heads on their pillows/cushions, he had to say in his supersonic boom: WAH THIS PILLOW SO SOFT. MY HOUSE ONE ALSO NOT SO SOFT. 10minutes later, WIFE, YOU NEVER CALL HOME ARH? LATER THEY FORGET TO CLOSE WINDOW. hello? hello, hello, hello? do we look like we are deaf and NOT sleeping?
OMG i saw mr sas on tv dancing again. he's like so famous, dancing with Superstars all the time. what if it were one of our students singing there? would it be awkward for him?
A-U-N-T-I-E
i simply cannot tahan her animalistic snores. saturday nights are becoming the worstWORSTWORST nights of my week. everyone knows i am a light sleeper. but her thunderous snores woke my sister. aka the sleep-almost-like-a-dead-pig person. KK, if you are reading this, i tell you once more I UTTERLY REGRET WINNING THAT SCISSORS PAPER STONE GAME WITH MY SIS.
R-E-G-R-E-T.
she is my eldest uncle's wife. she has a physique like xw's mother. she's gian beng gian sai. and she's given the nickname mrs thomas (as in thomas the train) i noe thomas is not noisy, but i cannot remember the name of the coal-fetching train so i just call her that. *shudder* thinking of her snores, i really tremble in fear. the only name in sleep destroyer: auntie. moving on to how she sounds. it started with just loud breathing, like she had nose shit stuck entirely in both nostrils. that itself was already very, very, irritating. but i managed to resolve that by covering my ears with the bolster and cushion i had armed myself with before going to bed. i think i drifted off into slumber, but soon, i was awakened RUDELY by wheezing and roaring and growling and hissing and howling. this time, my sister was awake and my mom too. to make matters worse, my idiotic cousin, HER daughter, switched of the fan because SHE was cold, leaving 3 others in the stifling heat and dying. i tsked LOUDLY, but as if that could do anything to help. by now, the bolster-and-cushion armour i wielded had no effect against the supersonic snores. she seriously sounded like a wolf battling a bear and then battling a dog and battling a lion and battling a dragon and battling ... i got so FREAKING PISSED i wanted to dunk my bolster straight for her FREAKING nose. i wanted to get hooks (the kind they use to hang meat in the market) and hook her up by both nostrils. anything to stop her damn snores. why oh why did i give up aircon and peaceful sleep to suffer this? my auntie has no business there anyway, helping clean up food, potter about the house and talking trash, complaining about everything. can u imagine she actually complained that the dumplings my mom gave her for FREE is too salty for her liking. she didn't even say THANK YOU.
another thing, is mr thomas. that is, my uncle. he has this damn booming voice that is millions decibels beyond normal human's voice. and the irritating thing is, he doesn't know how to tell the time. at least tt's the image he gives me. when 8 people were already sleeping in the rooms, he has to talk loudly about anything and everything. he stood at the room doors and boomed: WAH, SO GOOD ONE YOUR DAUGHTER. I TALK SO LOUD STILL NEVER WAKE UP. it's not that we are not awake. we simply refuse to acknowledge his presence. then when the entire house was dark and everyone had their heads on their pillows/cushions, he had to say in his supersonic boom: WAH THIS PILLOW SO SOFT. MY HOUSE ONE ALSO NOT SO SOFT. 10minutes later, WIFE, YOU NEVER CALL HOME ARH? LATER THEY FORGET TO CLOSE WINDOW. hello? hello, hello, hello? do we look like we are deaf and NOT sleeping?
OMG i saw mr sas on tv dancing again. he's like so famous, dancing with Superstars all the time. what if it were one of our students singing there? would it be awkward for him?
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