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Tuesday, May 06, 2008
so close

I've always thought I am quite a patient person. I can put up with a relative amount of nonsense, and still keep up quite an impassive face. But that was before I met my uncle. omfg I can totally just die okay.

Ohkay, actually I feel really bad bitching about my uncle. But I really cannot take it anymore so just let me be a bad niece this once.

See, he asked me to help him write a complaint letter for him and I was glad to help. I promised him I will get it done but that I will only start after the weekends cause I'll be out with ck. Still, EVERY NIGHT, he will ask me where the letter is in this hurried and pestering tone. And the thing is, he will be in Singapore for THREE weeks, so there was no hurry at all! Nonetheless, I only smiled and told him I'll start on Monday as promised because each time I get home, its nearly eleven plus! But still, he kept asking and asking every time he sees me, until I couldn't take it anymore and so I started writing on Friday.

Okay, so the letter was finally out and I really put in quite alot of effort okay, because I know it was important to them. But EVERYDAY, he scrutinizes the letter and keeps asking me to make changes. Which I accept and change willingly! (I think by now, I must have edited the letter about 100 times) But the thing is, he will find this part he doesnt like and make me change it, and the next time he reads it, he will find it weird aagain and make me change it back to what I originally wrote! And he has the WEIRDEST interpretation of things and this crazy sense of suspicion until even my Mom and Sis and Bro had to explain to him that even the stupidest person would NOT interpret that particular sentence as what he imagines. MY GOODNESS! Even the Buddha will get pissed okay!

And the worse thing is trying to explain to him that some words just CANNOT be used. For example, he wants to replace the word Retailers with the word COMMERCIAL, which is totally wrong because one is a PERSON and one is an Adjective(?). And he insists he saw people using the word that way somewhere. But how can you write like, "and this is affecting the lives of the residents and commercial." ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Imagine having to go through this situation like twenty times and each time, I have to explain heatedly WHY the form of word cannot be replaced with another. Its very hard to explain okay.

And now he is scrutinizing the letter again. My Mom has decided to take over my role and explain to my uncle all the parts he is dissatisfied with.

This is such a weird and absurd situation to be stuck in, right?

in the name of love.
9:48 PM