Sunday, June 17, 2007


10 Things I Hate


In no order of merit (or hatredness)
  1. I hate being taken for granted. I basically like helping ppl. Cos the act of helping ppl itself makes me feel good. Without any reward. But sometimes, some people just make u feel so un-appreciated. Or stupid even. And make u ask urself "uuhh. Why did I just do that for?" Or worse, make u feel made use of. Sometimes what you need is only a sincere word of thanks for that extra mile u went. But sometimes, u dun even get that.

  2. I hate the feeling of powerlessness/helplessness. I hate being caught in situations where I have no control. Or in other words situations where I cannot do anything to change the direction of where things are heading. Or just plain cannot do anything. And in life, there are too many situations like that for my liking. For example, seeing someone in pain but being unable to help, or things as simple as waiting (for something). And because I hate waiting so much, I shall dedicate an entire section to it.

  3. I hate waiting. It is one of the many situations which I can do nothing...but wait. And I'm damn impatient. Like DAMN impatient. I often get super fidgety or frustrated in situations where I have to sit and wait. Examples: waiting in a long queue, waiting for the bus to come, waiting for a sms/email/msn msg (worse if no reply at all), waiting for the egg to be cooked, waiting for the porridge to cool down (I would gladly dump ice into it if I had some), waiting for a webpage to load, waiting for late friends, etc etc...too many to mention.. in short, I just go crazy if I have to wait...

  4. I hate crowds. Mebbe it is also because of my impatience... I just hate having to navigate thru crowds... It drives me crazy if someone (or a bunch of ppl) is walking very slowly in front of me and I can't get around.. therefore I simply love going out on weekdays... a empty shopping centre/train/bus is just blisssss...

  5. I hate the morning rush. Probably linked to my dislike of crowds. I dedicate a section to it because it is a special type of crowd I especially detest. It just makes me very tired and grumpy if I have to start my day by fighting through the morning rush... Because of that, I gladly sacrifice my sleep time and wake up extra early, just to catch that almost empty train/bus.. Few times, I overdid it and beat the school janitor to school...

  6. I hate hearing any noise just after I wake up. Ok. This is really peculiar.. I cannot stand any small noise just after I wake up... Like, ANY noise. My family members sort of know this.. so they dun speak to me in the mornings.. but over the years, this has considerably improved.. my tolerance level (in this aspect) is much higher now... (maybe due to more and more erratic sleep patterns) so conversations in the mornings are more common now..

  7. I hate celery. No reason. Maybe genetic (but my parents dun have this trait). I just cannot stand the taste and smell of celery. I even wince when I have to cut up celery in the bio labs..

  8. I hate it when my com breaks down. Even when I dun nid to use it at all. I just can't stand my com not working. And I will open it up and keep doing stuff to it until it gets back up... Or else I cannot stop...

  9. I hate it when other people crease the spines of my books. Hmm. So far this has not happened. And hopefully it will not happen. Most of my new books have perfectly uncreased spines, even after I read them 5x.. I take great pains not to crease the spines.. and I always remind my friends who pick up my books, not to crease the spines... sorry, I'm weird.

  10. I hate people telling me what to do. "You cannot do this. Dun do it this way. You must do this. You must do that. You must do it this way. Dun play with the com so much. Dun sleep so late. Do your work." Please shut up. I know what to do.
Why I suddenly write all these? Mebbe to vent my 烦-ness. Actually there are a lot more things I can add to the list... But I must curb my angsty-ness.. Ok gdnite everybody.

posted by nwxiang at 2:00 AM |


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