God I hate the bloody sound of the bloody water pump above my room. I didn’t want to take this room but apparently I do because someone planned to have her girlfriend staying with us. In order for the girlfriend to get enough rest, she needs the quieter room. Like I bloody don’t need that! I can’t sleep before she comes back or I’d be awake in the middle of the night when the girlfriend decides to take her half an hour bath. I can’t seem to get the noise out even with my earphones on and louder volume on my laptop. I have sensitive ears, they say. I don’t seem to be talking to her all that often nowadays but when I do, most of the time I end up being annoyed with her. I don’t know why, she just doesn’t seem to care about anyone else but her girlfriend and ask me too many questions of her girlfriend or asking stuff on behalf the girlfriend without being asked to do so.

There are people I can rely on and there are some people whom I can’t. I know they are taking advantage of my presence but there is nothing I can do. Bloody hell! One of these days I seriously have to stop allowing them to dump all the housework to me and then comment that I’m turning into my mother. Geez! Stop dumping more responsibilities on my shoulder like I life a really carefree life.

Ok, assignments are beckoning me to start on them. Later.

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It was my birthday yesterday. I hate celebrating MY birthdays because it my parents always take that opportunities to dumb more responsibilities on me.

Guess what they did this month? They load me with so much cash that I don't even know which money is for what and which amount of money is whose. Just because I am reliable, it doesn't mean that you can give me so much resposibilities that I have to lose sleep and get more wrinkles (or rather get them earlier).

the biggest reason why I hate birthdays is that they always take it as a sign to burden me with more responsibilities. It is really unfair for them to do this to me while my brother who is just a year younger gets to away with a lot of things.

I've never hated going to college/university as I hate it right now. I wish they would just stop taking advantage of the fact that I am reliable and will do almost whatever they tell me to.

Why don't you STOP telling me what to do and come down here to do it yourself? I HATE PEOPLE TO TELL ME TO RELAX OR CHILL WHEN THEY ARE NOT HELPING AT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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He blames it on me.. for not giving him enough details.

Was it my fault? I stayed with him for 3 weeks and he didn't even bothered to ask much nor was he home much. Was I supposed to know that he needed more details?

He said "I chose the house because of you guys"

It was him who said "having a house in this area is pretty good" first and I just said "yea, if you want, we can rent a house together with your sister and my brother. There's even the bus shuttle in from here to campus"

Is it my fault that you don't realise that by that I mean I have to wait at a certain place at a particular time for the shuttle?

Why do you need to say that it was my fault that I didn't give you enough details?

I know you don't want to move out of this house full of memories with her but is it my fault that you agreed in the first place?

You were the one who found the house, you did everything. If you really don't want to, is there anyone who could force you to?

I only share the same birthday as her but I'm not her.

Just because you got dumped after being in a relationship for 15 years doesn't entitle you to a blaming spree.

If that is the case, I rather stay at the hostel, where it might be more expensive but it is more convenient for me and my gallavanting with my friends. Though I hate that place so much.

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IE lost my post. FUCK!

Everyone's been bickering all day. I don't know how much longer singing loudly to myself inside my head would help.

They should fucking do their stuff next time and don't expect me to help them finish up. FUCKING HELL! "stop packing!" who the hell am I to stop packing immediately when you ask me to repack some things into different boxes, tear up your credit card statements, label the boxes, and make sure the things that you want are there?

And you, if you are so fucking clever, get your ass back and help your bother pack. Don't fucking tell me that there is 2 weeks left and its alright to pack slowly when your brother has so many things asked to be left aside and will sort out when he comes back from work. I want ample space for me to pack the next day and to make sure to finish packing what I have cleaned and placed to dry earlier.

And that other you, why don't you fucking dont go to work and pack your fucking house and sort out your own stuff and chuck all of her stuff in a box like you want to and clean and wrap all your breakables, collection of toys and books and other important documents yourself into different boxes, tear into pieces your tonnes of bank statements and label the boxes them according to their contents?

All of us has that same stubborness, same temper, quite different patience levels and different ideas about organization. I am sort of like Monica, I want to have things organized so that I don't get lectured for no reason and I would like ample of space for myself to move in a house so that I don't injure myself.

Heh! Now I can't sleep!

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I totally, totally got to blog about this.. here... or I'll be dead...

This is what I get when my aunt and uncle decide to read some of its contents of my other blog, talk about it themselves and decide to come ask me:

Uncle says:
hey u got a japanese bf rite
..me.. says:
what japanese bf?
Aunt says:
hikaru it seems
Uncle says:
sean hikaru

They were talking about hikaru. NO, hikaru's not a guy, I call her Sean but it is pronounced as "si-en", not the usual "shawn". I copied and pasted the above into the conversation between me, hikaru and max. Me and hikaru sure laughed till our sides hurt while max just said "you let your uncle and aunt read your blog?" Max got to go finish some assignments soon after and before she leave she said:

max says:
u two love birds better not do anything naughty

LOL!!
Man... they just made my day.

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There she goes again... pulsing through my brain....

Sorry if you guys happen to hear my toad like voice when you guys read the line above. That song, “There She Goes” by Six Pence Non the Richer (originally by The Las, thanks for telling me NuTang[randomjunk) goes through my brain every time they starts bickering.. By "they" I mean, mothers... may it be my mother or my grandmother. The song is like a theme song every time I decide that whatever they are saying was repeated or something they say because they think they know everything and they are right. *roll eyes* It'll be like "You know, she purposely embarrased him.. the " or "You know, he should be doing this instead ". You get the gist. Well sometimes, they act as if they know everything in the world like they're God and it's annoying. Wait till the two mothers starts their heated debate... Which doesn't really last long but sure is darn loud.

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