i will censor the cause of my indignation. because i've promised myself not to write any SHIT that occur during work. ..................... ........ .................. ................. ..............."$%^##$!@#$@*(!"........ ...."(&&*$%$@#$%"......"%$#$@#$!"...!!, and i was damn pissed off that i rapped vulgarities like singing R&B. At home was worse, mom has always said NS problems are minor. MINOR. I cant stand those who never serve NS and yet say NS problems are minor. Comment only if you serve. Those who need not serve please kindly shut up. Even if you have the intention to console/clear his anger by talking to him, i suggest, please, save your effort. Because any army matters mentioned or discussed after office hours will easily ignite the person.
And that i was so over infuriated and crazy just now as though i was possessed.
Morning: Constantly reminding myself to photocopy my passport for visa application once i reached home. he was raiding my workplace. giving unreasonable tasks and demands.
Afternoon: Anger level rose. Tomorrow's off day was cancelled. With a reason which i think was logically unacceptable.
Evening: Reached home. Mom saw my du-lan face. Challenged my tolerance. Flare up. BOOM
Just: Remembered to photocopy passport. So i went downstairs to the photocopy shop. But forgot to bring the passport along. Feeling even more du lan
10 mins ago: Took my passport and went out of house again. While waiting for lift i was wondering whether a photocopy of passport was a necessary document. Lift arrived but i press on to the lift button, staring at my passport with the question zooming in my head. Felt du lan x3
8mins ago : Went back home to check the visa application documents required. Photocopy not necessary.
7 mins ago : Declared temporary insane.
I've totally no idea what i'm doing. That feeling was dreadful. I was possessed.
