Fuck his temper . . . !

What comes along with me at the driver's seat while he was at the passenger seat? The God of Carz's spirit!

Anything you do, he would correct you cos he thinks he is the best of drivers with more then 10 years experience while I am just a woman with about 5 years of experience.

I turned down the multi-storey carpark. He commented that I turned too close to the left wall. Fine, whatever. I said 'OK'!

It was drizzling outside. I didn't turn on the wiper because as a driver, the rain was not heavy enough and I was comfortable without the wiper. He took it in his own hands and helped me turned it on for a one-time wipe. I'm fine with that. He did it only once, I now and then turned it on once for a sweep to clear the windscreen. When we finally reached the building, I was concentrating on turning up the multi-storey car park. He turned on the wiper once again. And asked me why I didn't use the wiper. I said I could still see. That's it... that's too much for him!

I was scolded inside out because he said that I had rebutted when he gave his advice. THE DRIVER FEELS THAT THE WINDSCREEN IS OK, THE PASSENGER FEELS THAT IT'S NOT, AND THE DRIVER HAS TO APOLOGIZE, SHE COULDN'T EVEN SAY WHAT SHE FEELS!!!!!

Seriously, who will want to drive him around? I'm at the wheel but he feels that he calls the shots! I couldn't even say what I feel. I had to say sorry for whatever I had or had not done. Just because of this, he nagged and nagged all the way till I parked my car. We had a friend joining us for lunch. But he didn't care. The spoilt brat threatened to not join us for lunch (seriously, I'm not at all concern. All the better if he doesn't join). But of cos, when ever is he a man of his words. He left, and called me to go up and see him this minute. Alright, holy king of the universe. I ran like a dog to him, making our friend wait, while he throw his tantrum around and scold me. Even use his fingers to forcefully poke at my head several times on 3 occasions, oblivious to who was around us.

Finally, he calmed down. We walked down from the 5th floor. He nagged and nagged non-stop. Something else happened after that. I've forgotten what. But the feeling stayed, and it is not a good feeling at all!

New year resolution . . . my foot!

He made a New Year resolution of not quarreling from the start of 2007!

We bought tickets for 2 shows at the same cinema. We went for the first one. When finished, we went in search of dinner. Half way through, he felt his specs' screw was loose and commented that he didn't bring the screw driver out.

Oh, so he also has a tendency to forget stuff! Oh my, I thought he was the cleverest and the smartest and the most perfect guy around who will do no wrong! So I followed in his footsteps.... I asked him 'Why didn't you bring the screw driver out?'

If he is such a man of his own principles, he is supposed to say 'sorry, I will bring it out next time.' But no, of course, when it comes to him, all the theories and principles that he had for me evaporates. He touted back 'Why didn't YOU bring the screw driver out?' So much for his theories of saying sorry when one is in the wrong, no rebuttal, one should admit his/her fault at the first instant, no joking around. Crap, all he did was just to tout back!

OK, fine, you go against your own principle. I'll just let you off since you didn't give me a black face. Anyway, a few more sentences from me, then I'll be in trouble. Cos I would be blamed for showing a bad attitude and wanting to pick up a fight. When it comes to me, all his principles and theories apply. But never to himself. Asshole!

After a short while, I suggested to go to a shop to see if we can find screwdrivers there. This ungrateful one did not take my suggestion, instead shot back with a rude remark 'why didn't you mention earlier when we were nearer to the shop? We are already so far now!' It was his nasty look and the blaming tone that got me boiling. Oh, and of course, I couldn't blow my top. I was bemused. I told him 'we were half way through while you found out your spec's screw was loose, wasn't it?'

How wrong was I. The asshole took it that I was finding excuse to blame him, I was lying and I was showing a bad attitude. You know, he treats himself as the SPECIAL ONE. The special one cannot be blamed. Just because of this, he threw a tantrum like none other. I was scolded left, right, center for rebutting. He mentioned about the distance and said that I was lying about when he found out the screw was loose and when I suggested about the shop. It wasn't half way that he found out, or whatever, generally it meant that I lied about the 'half way' comment that I said. He rowed about why I can't simply say a 'sorry' for those comments that he made. (See, he can blame you, right or wrong, you are expected to keep you mouth shut. You are expected to eat all the blame and pacify him saying 'sorry', even for things that he said which was obviously not correct too.) Please, someone tell him to look into the mirror, to see who was the one who gave an attitude face when I was merely suggesting something for his own good? He said if I just thought of the suggestion, then I should just mention that it had just came to my mind, instead of rebutting him. Holy hell!!!! Which side of your brain made you think that I had the suggestion in my mind for quite a while and made sure that I was far away from the shop before announcing it???? What stupid comment did you make? Why can't you just take my suggestion, work on it or not is not my problem, but why say something to the extent of blaming me? Stupid comments came from you FIRST!!!!!

Just for this, we quarreled. He told me that my New Year resolution of not quarreling did not materialized! Oh, so it is my new year resolution now. Of course I can't say that it was his to start off with. So I just swallowed my anger. But he won't stop nagging. He threatened to go home and walked off towards the carpark. Fancy walking away from me and leaving me alone. Thought the principle behind the I'm-not-supposed-to-walk-away-from-him theory is because I'll be alone and he didn't want it. (Seriously, I'm safer alone then with him. He's a time bomb!!! If one day I'm murdered, it's more likely to be him then a stranger.)

Anyway, I did what he expected me to do, to follow him all the way. I treasured the distance and the silent moment, cos when we reached the carpark, he ranted away again. After finding a screwdriver to his luck, he fixed it and proudly told me that it wasn't a big deal not bringing the screwdriver out. (Oh, wait till when I was the one who was caught into the situation. No matter what other options I had, not bringing the screw driver is always the biggest fault.)

I am sick about typing what I need to do to calm him down. The same old pampering and unwilling admittance and promises. After the second show, he made a New Year resolution himself, saying he would not let his temper out of control even if I had rebutted.

Something told me it would not happen. And that I should not mention about his new year resolution too. Cos he would tell me that I don't deserve it. An asshole can never change his smell!