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Sis can be sweet when she wants to (like when she writes nice stuff about me on her blog, or when she buys me a cheap t-shirt from westside), but she can be a real bitch too. Like when she refuses to do what i ask her to, or to get me food and drink when i come home tired, or to iron my clothes.

But most of all, she's the supreme pain when she tells me to shut up when i'm singing along while listening to my music on headphones.

Now, I don't (ahem!!) sing badly at all, and neither do i blare music so loud that i don't know how loudly i'm singing. So there's every reason for her to enjoy the free entertainment I provide. But does she? Oh no, of course not. What she does is, tells me to shut up.

Not a thought for my feelings or the fact that considering I'm hardly ever home anyway she should just indulge me in my little pleasures.

Like a few minutes ago, i was listening to Wish you were here from Pink Floyd, and i'm sure u'd agree that it is just not possible to not hum that song along. And so here i was, singing along.

Alright, so there were all these guitar sounds that you could say i could have avoided.. and I would buy it. So she could ask me only to stop making those twing-twang-a-twang sounds and concentrate only on the lyrics, and I would've gladly done so. But I told you, she's to be a bitch.

She just callously told me shut up...

Then the unplugged version of Heaven (BA) started. Now, you could say my taste is so popish and i'm such a silly romantic to like such weepy songs, but the fact reamins that I just love bryan adams (i think many more people than will admit, do). This song inparticular sounds damn good unplugged, and i just couldn't help singing along (rather well too).

Guess who was lying on the bed behind me reading a book. Yup, the demon woman herself. And trust me, I could FEEEEEEEL her stare peircing into my back, daring me to sing one more line. Unable to contain myself out of fear for my life, i turned around to see her whether it was my imagination or if she was really reacting like that... and sure enough, there she was with a book in her hands and eyes looking up at me, giving me the death stare.

I mean, I don't get it u know. I'd be happy to hear someone sing me a sweet lullaby. Not like her... bloody wierdo.

Grrr... very cheesed off!! >:-(

Anyway, the point is, that JUST for this ONE reason, i'll be happy when she goes away to her college in July. I'll miss her for somethings, but this one thing i'll be happy to have her away :)

Hahaha...the comp (and the headphones) will be ALL mine. No one could stop me then...

I can, and i will wait (rubbing hands, eyes narrowing and gleaming in wicked delight)...

I will bide my time!