::pissed::
got back my econs today. bloody hell. I got a 44.4%. just like 0.1% away frm getting rounded up to a passing grade. but that's not the part that really got me down. it was the fact that I really studied for the midyrs and I got back these kinda results.
fucking hell. even though I'm really embarrassed about my maths results being so absolutely rock bottom, I know that I deserved it cuz I sacrificed it to mug for econs. and even with me sacrificing a subject I still got crap marks. what the hell. was real disappointed. even some retail therapy didn't really help (I bought new shoes finally. my old pair was worn to the bare threads).
so far I haven't even got a single A pass. if I don't get something from my phys I swear I'll take the "express lift" from the tallest HDB flat around school.
common. I can't say that I've worked my butt off to the bone but at least I know that I have worked hard enough to deserve AT LEAST an A pass. and I can't even get that. was really pissed off when I left school.

::more pissed::
got even more pissed when I got home.
the first thing I saw was that idiotic maid of ours standing on a stool chatting away with the neighbour's maid.
the second thing I saw was the canvas that should be over my bike lying on the floor. I can only presume that the wind blew it off.
the third thing I saw was rows of WET clothing hanging up to dry directly ABOVE the bikes dripping away.

the point of the matter is that the idea of having the canvas over the bikes in the first place is to protect the bikes from the weather, my dog's fur and esp water cuz water can do plenty damage to the bikes if it gets into more sensitive parts of the bike like the CGI or the air filter. and she goes and hangs wet clothes over the bikes to drip dry.
no. I'm not just angry over something like that. as soon as I got back, the first thing I had to do when I was tired from school was to cover the bikes back which took no more than twenty seconds. don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining about doing things myself. I'm no spoilt brat. but the thing is she can't do this herself when it is in plain sight that something has to be done. oh no. she just happily goes on chatting with her friend.
was really fuming by then but didn't want to tell her off in front of her friend.

::lagi pissed off::
as if I wasn't in a bad mood already.
the first thing I saw when I reached my room, my classical guitar up on the table in my room.
the second thing I saw was my electric guitar UNDERNEATH it.

I know it doesn't really seem like a big deal. but it is to me. what if my guitars got scratched or damaged. I'm responsible for them. my dad will just say that I haven't been taking care of it.
and it's not like this is the first time that I have come home to this.
there's this nice spot on my spare table that I put my electric guitar and a nice place where I can lean my classical guitar. and that's the way that it's been. then she decides that the guitars are much "SAFER" being stacked up one on top of the other.
the first time it happened, I let to slide. I just put my classical guitar back against my shelves.

I put it down, she stacked it up.
I put it BACK down, she stacks it again.
I put it BACK down AGAIN, she stacks it up ONCE MORE.
I PUT IT DOWN AGAIN!
SHE STACKS IT UP YET AGAIN!
...
...
...
and on and on


I think you should get the idea. I seriously believe you are infinitely wiser than her.
does she think this is a fucking game? if she thinks it is, I'm bloody hell NOT amused.

::looking back. and I'm even more fucking pissed::
for goodness sake. I swear. the house has never been MORE dusty and dirty before the time when she first stepped into the place.
there's dust everywhere.
I really have an urge to tell her off REAL BAD. I'm talking serious telling off.

the point of having the maid is to make life easier for my 89 yr old grandfather. but i think she is giving him more headaches than ever.
for those of you that have met my grandfather, you all probably know what a miracle the man is. 89 and counting. and he is still so independent. able to renew his driving license and he even goes to Orchard to watch movies now and then.
he also does the groceries when I'm in school, my dad's at work and my sister's not at home. but he does still need help.
the arrangement with previous maids has always been that he'll drive down to get the groceries and when he reaches the gate he'll honk the horn and the maid'll come out and bring in the groceries. but everytime he honks, this women takes her own sweet time to
slowly...


come...


out...

by that time my grandfather (who is rather impatient) has already got most of the groceries in by himself.
I'm like, what the fuck. what the fuck are we paying you for. you don't really seem to be doing much.


she has really done some idiotic things.

READ THIS! I MEAN IT!! WON'T REGRET DE. LAUGH UNTIL PENG.
okie. here's the scene. my grandfather is cooking chicken rice. the type with the chicken steamed with the rice not the hainanese chicken rice type. the temp in the rice cooker is not enough to cook the chicken thoroughly so my grandfather instructed her to half cook the chicken before putting it into the cooker with the rice.

WAIT! STOP!! before proceeding. what do you understand by the term half cooked?
it means cooking the chicken lightly before putting it in the rice cooker, right?

he leaves the kitchen to continue with his mahjong game
she took the chicken and cut it into pieces and fried half
of the pieces and left the rest aside to be cooked later with the rice.
you should have seen his face when he came back. he really didn't know whether to start shouting at her. laugh til he cried. or just cry out of despair (not amusement).
I can't stand it anymore. my god. boiling point: 3 seconds.