my temper is hot and quick.
any slightest thing can make me explode,
just depends on my tolerance level at that point of time.
matters which i cannot stand:
- (RIGHT NOW) i'm trying to get started with my work in the room. my bro came in searching for my dad's hp box. then followed my mum, who is damn * slow in searching. stil taking her own sweet time when every sec that passes, the more pek check i'm feeling and irritated and tolerance level is getting lower and might explode anytime. i cannot stand the sound created when searching for items. damn * irritating.
- when i'm in a queue for a very long time, i get very irritated and pek chek at the same time. usual me, noisy. that moment, expressionless face, dulan face and pek chek face. all my replies will be short and sound damn irritated. i'm just keepin quiet so that i can keep my cool. i hardly respond. i don't like to wait.
- i hate nagging. if not i won't be quarreling with my mum most of the time. after nagging for 3-5secs, that's it. enough is enough. activated that button, there goes my temper. so don't nag. seriously.
- don't spoil my mood. if at the beginning you spoilt it, that's it. it'll take quite some time for me to return to the usual me. mood spoilt, siansation. there goes... it will be anything and wadeva time period.
- i hate last min changes. tell me one day beforehand. at least i can make plans. spoil my plans, spoil my mood. i like to arrange activities in order and then follow them. that's the way i am. i may not be organize but i like to have order for the way i do things.
now, because i'm pissed,
my words may sound er... ya.
anyway,
this sem really sucks to the core.
one day, i'll just type out all the important dates
and you'll know how stressed the 3rd year RMT students are.
it's not stressed,
it's not very stressed,
it's damn fucking stressed.
sorry, no other words to describe the level of stressness except that word.
but really.
soon, you'll see old hags walking out of tp business sch at the end of this sem,
which is ending REAL SOON.
i'm old.
the end.
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