A Sunday that was not meant to be....

We looked forward to Sundays in church with our dear friends and most of all... hee... my new little darling Josh.

But this morning, we've been awoken by a call from my cousin who told us that an aunt who was in the hospital for a full body check-up is not doing well. At 815am, we leaped out of the bed, while trying to call my parents, my sis and my eldest bro, I managed to brush my teeth, take a dump, changed and dashed out of the house.

Why dash out?

Because none of my family members can be reached!!!!!!!!! with today's modern technology... can you imagine that?? The house phones rang till they almost burst, the hp were diverted to voicemails.... I just cannot believe my luck!

I live with these folks who believe that having a mobile is for them to call others and not vice versa, their mobile is for their private use and not for others to "distrub" their tranquility. I live with parents who do not listen to what I mean by contactability. The countless times when I tried to emphasis the importance of being able to contact them has often turned into fruitless, fustruating sessions.

After 1 hour of standing outside my parent's house, banging on their main door, shouting at their window, calling the house phone, running to two markets in the neighborhood which I thought they could possibly be at... I was exhausted, I gave up.

I gave up trying to reach them, I gave up wanting to even be associated with these folks who lack social conscienceness.

It makes me sick!