I'm dramatically setting myself up into writing something because a sheer ray of inspiration tapped my wearisome hands and put soul in it. I was happily writing down everything that i may think of and i so damn love it because along the great mood bestowed upon me was a whole liter of creative juices that really turned my pen on and started writing. i was damn inspired that i don't know what to write first because streams of ideas are smoothly rafting on my head. whenever i'm on this serious trance-like mood in writing, i really.. really HATE to be disturbed. i condemn disturbances to black holes, i won't care if she's a tight as a bear hug close friend, or she's my brother or sister... I won't care. all i want is not to be disturbed when i'm writing. i just hell hate it.
But my rapturous voyage with the pen and paper cut off when my so admirable, tight-handedly generous, inevitably nossy mother stepped inside the room with her big loud mouth giving orders, horsing me around, running me for an errand, complaining about the whole house trifles like they are the worst issues on earth, worst than the current economic dramatic downfall!
Jinx! Jinx! Jinx! that was all i could curse under my mouth when i was doing all the TRIFLES she's ordering me about... i ran for the errand TWICE(!) for my forgetful grandmother( i should really consider the elders, it's an excuse.) forgot to mention vetsin when she's doing the long littany of what to be bought, so again, with temper flaring i went outside to buy the damn vetsin. after that, my admirable and annoying biological mother worst things out when she started toungue-lashing me about the unhunged and unfolded newly washed clothes delivered this morning. ergo, i put my hands on the shirts and pants and performed the most half-assed folding and hunging i ever done. after clearing all out, ironing all out, shutting my mom's mouth and temporarily ceasing her from heartlessly bossing me around.... FINALLY .. FINALLY.. i walked back to my silent sanctuary and started writing all over again.
I'm doing my best to bring back the mood, i tried tuning into a bunch of heart-moving tear-provoking music on the skin of the planet...
and all it has done me is a long.. stare and sigh... i just realized, i was jaded down after all the chores i've done. haist.
- could i take her to court!?!?
-well, the problem about suing her is that she's your mother.
-hmmm... i think this is one of the many things i should compromise all because she's my mom, and i love her more than all my writings put together. tsk. . but mom please. . try to be considerate whenever i'm writing. ok?
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