the smallest yet most irritating problem....
sometimes, the smallest problems can really irritate you alot... one great example of it in my daily life is practising piano... this is my usual (boring) life:
6.15am - leave house for work/ attachment
~7.00pm - reach home from work/ attachment
7-8pm - shower, dinner...
8-9pm -
piano time!!! this has been effing cancelled/ delayed for the past two days due to some idiot watching rubbish tv shows... such as channel 8 dramas and taiwanese variety shows... seriously effing bitch... when i told her nicely that i'm going to practice piano... she said: orh! and continued sitting there.. and i was like wtf? when i asked again, she just lowered the volume and said: you can practice now... argh!!! for fuck's sake... how the heck am i supposed to practice with your horrible taiwanese hosts laughing and making the crudest jokes in the world... and my mum just doesn't understand... when i tell her.. she says: tell your sister to go watch tv in my room lah!! and the next day when the same thing happens... i find not one but TWO stupid woman watching retarded rot your brains channel 8 dramas and laughing their heads off at the worse form of entertainment in the world... seriously... if you are going to bloody hell just lie to me and not do aything fucking thing about it... then don't give me any lip service... say say only and don't give a shit... i hate people like that... and i don't care even if you are my mother...
oh, i forgot to mention... you can cheekily tell me to just practice during weekends... but haven't you ever considered the tight spot you are putting me in? i can't practice in the morning because of people who always wake up in a bad mood... i doubt hearing scales over and over again in the morning would help improve their mood... afternoon... you are having your stupid afternoon nap... how the fuck am i supposed to practice?!?!?!?! you always become extra naggy when you never sleep well for your afternoon nap... and i don't want to hear your nagging... evening... the accursed tv set will be switched on again... this time by dad... and how could i deprive him of his tv? argh!!!! i hate you i hate you i hate you!!!! stupid family!!!
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