5 - 10 mins of rage is a whole day's of hurt . . .

His short outrages are disturbing. OK, granted it's short, but it still hurts. He has never been kind with his words when in those moods.

Getting angry over small little things again. He called me, I rejected his call so that I can call him back using a fix line phone (which will benefit him cos he is on the free incoming plan), and then I had either unanswered call or that my call didn't get through. I was frustrated enough, he should know better and wait for my call rather than trying to call me back, or it was just some stupid network problem that caused this. Either way, I gave up after trying for a dozen times. He then called back and the first thing he did was to accused me of not calling back. His tone was so bad that I had to use the word 'accused'. But anyway, I'm not one who flares up when little things don't go my way, I just explained that I tried but it either didn't get through or was unanswered, and I apologized (for what? I don't know.). He then rudely blamed me for not trying enough. I was angry. All these false accusations on the second I picked up his call. So I told him I tried so many times, how was I to know what happened to the network. He then accused me of being rude and showing him bad attitude. He said he can't stand me anymore, that I had to scream and shout at him on the instance he called through, and that I didn't even say sorry.

GOD DAMN!!!!! He shouted at me first!!! I was so agitated I called the counselling line to book for a counselling session. It's madness!!!!

I SAW THAT BITCH . . .

What wind, what weather? Why does heaven need to do this to me!??!!?!

After I dreamt of that fucking bitch G2, I had to meet that damn bitch G1. She was jogging with her HB while we were walking to dinner. What a smaller neighbourhood. I should had muttered 'bitch' when she ran pass me. I bet he saw them too, and he acted like nothing had happened.

I made him treat me dinner, cos I saw some stupid thing that I hate. He treated me, obviously knowing what I meant.

It just brought back hurt feelings. AND HE DOESN"T EVEN SHOW REPENT!!!!!! Fuck that G2, he is still meeting her behind my back!!!!!

I DREAMT OF THAT BASTARD . . . .!

Can you imagine how I feel subconsciously? I actually dreamt of that girl, coming to our house looking for CM. I dreamt of her wearing a denim skirt. I fakely acted like I'm kind, but in my heart, I hated her. Then someone, I forgot who, told her that she is having her menses. And pulled her to the washroom. I saw stain on her denim skirt. When she was in the washroom, we all stared at her while she say she is having cramps. I belittled her and scolded CM. CM kept saying sorry. But I was just unconsolable.

I HATE HER!!!!!!
AND I HATE HIM FOR DOING THIS TO ME!!!!!!!!!

CRAZY BASTARD . . . !

Do you want to see how does a monster look like? Look at him!!!!

I avoided a confrontation by agreeing to drive. (When he took out the car key and tell me to choose if I want to drive, seriously, I do not need to choose, cos I've no choice but to drive. If I say no, I go to Hell straightaway, this obviously, is not a sincere alternative, it's just so as to force you to pick the other choice that is provided.)

Grunting to myself, that it is not gonna be a good day, I started the car. Sure enough, soon, he was complaining about how I should drive again. He is the King, remember! He says Lane 2, I better switch to Lane 2 asap. He says accelerate, I better floor the accelerator asap.

Whatever happens after that, I'm too lazy to repeat. Basically, he just continue nagging and nagging, and criticize me, belittle me, scold me. He didn't help any further with his big actions (he hated it when I do it) of banging the car door and strutted around. Plainly speaking, I may not be in tip top condition, I may not have park properly, but I don't think he needs to shout and scream. Who has the mood to drive when there is a nagger constantly blaring away at your ear!?!?!?!?

And when we were back at our own carpark, he threw the newspaper on the floor and ordered me to pick it up. Then ordered me to fold it properly. Then he banged the metal door of our flat real hard, and did it a second time. Then continued to banged the wooden door after that. Our neighbours saw it. But I won't think he will care a hack. HE IS MAD, remember!!!!!

SICKO!!!!!!