Fussy...
1) Received an sms that my friends are not allowed to sit on her chair, her bed, and to use her table --> I mean while doing project, where are my friends going to sit, on the floor right???? After negotiation, only the chair was allowed. (but I compromised)
2) Received an sms from her asking me to sweep the floor --> I am not her maid, and I have swept like few weeks ago, and the floor is ok anyway. (but I compromised)
3) Received sms telling me that she laid traps of hair to see if I got sweep the floor. >.<
4) Played her speaker too loudly, such that my friend who switched on her lab top has to switch off her music totally, and we had to listen to her music whether we like it or not... for 2 hours plus. What's worst is that her music is played continuously! The same old song over and over again!
5) Not the first time that she played her same old song over and over again for 3 to 4 days! Can be mentally conditioned to tune her song into my head!!!
6) Not the first time turned her music so loudly and repeatedly played the same old song over and over again (as usual), until it over-shadowed mine!!! And I have to switch off mine!!! Just one fine day, I decided not to compromise...cos I feel that she needs to be considerate as well... can't always be me compromising by switching off my lab-top music... And I turned on my music equally loud as well!!! We had a blasting competition that night...
7) Accused that me and my project friend stole her money of $50! Just because we were in the room doing project, and when she came back, she couldn't find her money!
She could have misplaced or lost it.
This was the last straw that I could handle!!! I cried out in frustration that night from the accumulation of events! (she wasn't in)
There is absolutely no trust at all...Why continue to live with her... very very tempted to walk out and move out!
Is she going to point fingers at me whenever any of her stuff go missing in future???!!!!
8) Received an sms that my hair dryer was too loud, and telling me not to blow my hair onto her bed!!! I mean... even if I blow onto her bed's direction, the hair is not going to fly there... cos her bed is like MILES away!!! And I can't control the direction of where my hair is going to fly...
The fan and the natural wind is going to blow simply anywhere. And maybe she can get me a hairdryer that DON'T MAKE ANY NOISE. Hair dryers are suppose to be noisy anyway...
7) Many more from her...
Conclusion: I have never met anyone so fussy before...
Worst than my mum... >.<
I have never complain what she should do and what she should not...
Except once when she took out her sports shoes from her cupboard, wore it and walk a bit in the room and then go out...
I was like... er... the sport shoes can you wear outside...
Cos the floor is clean, and we walk on barefoot or wear the bedroom slippers on the flooring...
She claimed that her sport shoes were clean cos she only wore it like 2 times...
That was the only time I told her straight in the face nicely to wear her sport shoes outside in future...
Other than that, she is always "dictating" and complaining about what I should do and should not.
The accusation of stolen money was the last straw.
2) Received an sms from her asking me to sweep the floor --> I am not her maid, and I have swept like few weeks ago, and the floor is ok anyway. (but I compromised)
3) Received sms telling me that she laid traps of hair to see if I got sweep the floor. >.<
4) Played her speaker too loudly, such that my friend who switched on her lab top has to switch off her music totally, and we had to listen to her music whether we like it or not... for 2 hours plus. What's worst is that her music is played continuously! The same old song over and over again!
5) Not the first time that she played her same old song over and over again for 3 to 4 days! Can be mentally conditioned to tune her song into my head!!!
6) Not the first time turned her music so loudly and repeatedly played the same old song over and over again (as usual), until it over-shadowed mine!!! And I have to switch off mine!!! Just one fine day, I decided not to compromise...cos I feel that she needs to be considerate as well... can't always be me compromising by switching off my lab-top music... And I turned on my music equally loud as well!!! We had a blasting competition that night...
7) Accused that me and my project friend stole her money of $50! Just because we were in the room doing project, and when she came back, she couldn't find her money!
She could have misplaced or lost it.
This was the last straw that I could handle!!! I cried out in frustration that night from the accumulation of events! (she wasn't in)
There is absolutely no trust at all...Why continue to live with her... very very tempted to walk out and move out!
Is she going to point fingers at me whenever any of her stuff go missing in future???!!!!
8) Received an sms that my hair dryer was too loud, and telling me not to blow my hair onto her bed!!! I mean... even if I blow onto her bed's direction, the hair is not going to fly there... cos her bed is like MILES away!!! And I can't control the direction of where my hair is going to fly...
The fan and the natural wind is going to blow simply anywhere. And maybe she can get me a hairdryer that DON'T MAKE ANY NOISE. Hair dryers are suppose to be noisy anyway...
7) Many more from her...
Conclusion: I have never met anyone so fussy before...
Worst than my mum... >.<
I have never complain what she should do and what she should not...
Except once when she took out her sports shoes from her cupboard, wore it and walk a bit in the room and then go out...
I was like... er... the sport shoes can you wear outside...
Cos the floor is clean, and we walk on barefoot or wear the bedroom slippers on the flooring...
She claimed that her sport shoes were clean cos she only wore it like 2 times...
That was the only time I told her straight in the face nicely to wear her sport shoes outside in future...
Other than that, she is always "dictating" and complaining about what I should do and should not.
The accusation of stolen money was the last straw.







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