I hate Simplified Chinese, how hard it is for me to keep a conversation going, how fast time flies, running late in peak hour traffic, literal-minded people, when I procrastinate, when technology refuses to cooperate, crowded public transport with no air conditioning, direct sunlight for extended periods of time, pest cockroaches, acne, acne that forms on or in your nose, backne, when you catch a cold in summer, blocked sinuses, DUST frigging dust, spontaneous erections, stained carpet, the stuff used to coat the outside of NDS Lites, dirty fingernails, long fingernails, sweaty feet, pages of piano music that refuse to stay put, pages of piano music that are damaged easily by turning while playing, cadenzas, Sibelius somewhat, slow computers, waking up, leg and toe cramps, social norms in general, writer's blocks, how hard music composition/arrangement actually is, mould, my own indecisiveness, how bad my spelling and grammar have become, how hard it is for me string up a syntactically correct sentence, my own memory, restlessness, social awkwardness that computerised communication doesn't help, flying cockroaches, mosquitoes that bite on the toes, public delusions, when you can't help but be biased, character derailment, when everyday that passes by becomes another day wasted one way or the other, me, myself and I.