My mom said that out of the three of us, I am the only one who takes after my dad's genetic choleric temper. His whole family have serious choleric temper. My siblings are wary of my temper, and especially my younger brother, who always got beaten up by me when we were younger.

However, I think I managed to supress my anger as I grow up. Even my mom asked why I no longer flare up.

Anyway, yesterday, I was on the verge of blowing up because of a stupid bitch.

To that bitch, stop being fake and insincere, can!!! Nobody asked you to be that nice, caring girl and help me. Or rather to help me to help someone. I did not force you to join me in the treasure hunt and caused you to waste your so-called precious time. So don't complain your ass off and blame me if we did not find it, and that it was with that somone all the while.

Cut the act of trying to be noble. Even if you want to do that, please, I'm begging you, join the drama club first.

That smirk on her face which says, "See, I told you it wasn't there"
caused me to have the urge to go up to her and give her a full five smack on that bitchy face of hers for about five minutes. After five minutes, that feeling was gone because I realised I had no ethanol to sterilise my clean hands with if I lay it on her face.

So, after coaxing myself not to get my hands dirty, I decided to transfer my energy and did the next best thing, gossip. At least it's less energy consuming =)

harangued at 10:58 PM