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Hate it

I hate it when....
  1. I can't find my glasses, hair-clip and hair band  first thing in the morning (no matter I keep them previous night).
  2. Someone laughs when I read Gujarati.
  3. People make 20 calls in 5 mins; unwilling to understand that if I am not picking up, I must be busy or simply I don't want to talk to them! Is it that difficult to get?
  4. I have hundreds of 10 cents chasing their juniors, 5 & 2 cents in my handbag, thereby making it unbearably noisy and half-a-kg heavy. 
  5. I get cramps. 
  6. I oversleep, overeat & under-gym.
  7. I have to wait ( for somebody, something or anything!)
  8. I have to step out of any closed premise, house or office, during or immediately after rains... No ways!
  9. People get really mean.
  10. I get into a situation where I don't know what to do.
  11. Our oh-so-civilized ministers pointlessly rant and challenge our intelligence on issues of National importance, at times even get into fist-fight... and all that on National Television (Spare us puhleeezzz..)
  12. I am told that I have put on weight.
  13. I actually gain weight.
  14. People get too excited to realize how LOUD they are. I feel my ears bleed with their increasing voice decibels!
  15. Loud when excited is one thing; people naturally (read: genetically) loud, are without any cure. I love you and your type, but honestly, you terrorize us the moment you open your mouth. 
  16. My hair falls like autumn leaves.
  17. I've to get waxed. Ouch!
  18. I can't sleep.
  19. Someone promises, and does not keep it..
  20. All my padosi-aunties have-to know everything about me, my work, Pooja, her boyfriends (if any- I don't know!), my (suspected) boyfriends, my breakfast, lunch, dinner and everything else peripheral to my existence in the world.
Argh... It's too much to handle! No more.
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