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6I dont know what else to say. Woke up this morning to the most irritating thing ever. Some stupid asshole/bitch/c*bai who lives in the next block played the same arab dance music over and over again, very, very loudly, as if he/she/it/sonofabitch was having an orgy at his/her harem. Seriously, that sick animal must either be deaf or has no ears at all. Dont you have earphones or something, you sick bastard???

And yesterday, my sunday afternoon nap was cut short due to the new dish rack. Mum and dad bought a new, large dish rack. Mum says there's gonna be a lot more space next to the sink and blah, blah, blah, i cant remember what else she said. If you ask me, having that large hideous thing in the kitchen, next to the fridge only adds up to the whole lot of junk collection that we have at home. And yeah, it means more work (hooray, hooray, in a very unenthusiastic tone) for us since we'll definitely have to arrange the dishes and whatever. And its inevitable that we will get lazy and then the old man will start to nag and nag about housework not being done and him having to do all the dirty work in the house.

So in conclusion, i predict nasty arguments and bloodshed (due to unstoppable nagging) in the near future. There's nothing i can do about it though other than to pray that somehow the thing will break or ...

Anyway, back to me being woken up from my sunday nap. So, while trying very hard to fall into a deep sleep again, dad wokes me up, asking for help in the kitchen. I was this close to screaming out WHY ME???!!! but i was feeling soo very drowsy that i just got up and went to the kitchen. The racks were strewn all over the floor and mum was holding up the 'backbone' of the dish rack while dad was trying his best to fix it together. Both of them were pissed off, with the rack and with each other. If i wasnt sleepy yesterday, i would've laughed out loud at them. So i had to help dad fix the small racks to the back bone and they flipped it this way, flipped it that way and still the racks wont fit. When i took a step back to look at the big picture, i felt like crying. THEY HAD 2 LEFT SIDES FOR THE BACKBONE!!!!

Me: hey, you guys bought 2 left sides, that's why it doesnt fit. Why didnt you check before buying it? Go back and ask the uncle to change lah...

Dad: No, its correct, the reason why it looks like its 2 left side is because your mum flipped it the other way, yada,yada,yada..

Mum: We didnt check, the shopkeeper said everything's inside so we just took it, blah, blah.

To summarise the long story, i went to the toliet because it was ridiculous and senseless to fix a rack with 2 left sides. Mum and dad then tried one more time to magically fix the thing together and finally gave up. Then both of them went back to the shop only to come back empty handed cos that was the last piece. If i had followed them, i would have given the shopkeeper a piece of my mind, and it will be filled with all the profanities that you can think of.

So, the moral of the story is... Never wake up when your parents ask for help in the kitchen, pretend that you tidor mati, dont even move an inch, whatever you do, DONT WAKE UP!!!, unless the kitchen is on fire lah..hah.