anger management

i sure came a long way to write this post. its been days since my internet broke down, and it was such a convenience that it just had to die on the day i wanted to write something. not that i had any interesting event to talk about in the first place.....because i skip sports day, and my house won. so i missed the chance to shout and scream like a complete lunatic. and without a single doubt, valentine's day passed by me just the same ad every year, minus the fact that i had one of the best times in my life "kutuking" my friend in tuition. everything just went perfect, and its still going on.

apart from that, the real reason of this post is about "arena". yes, her! let me put it this way, she can really get to your nerves and make you feel like taking a gun and either shoot her, or shoot yourself. she just came from nowhere, and asked me to write her an essay. i was somehow obliged because i did say i would write her one last year, but back then, she said it would be for her teacher's day speech....but i didnt do that one, simply because i forgot about it, and she never mention it again after that. so this time, i thought it was for the same cause, and without thinking, i just said yes.....an essay for an old hag wont kill me would it.
the next morning, i asked what was the essay for, and the answer she gave me was so unbelievable. im not telling what it is, but lets keep it down to cheating in something. so i asked her, "is it not unethical for me to do it?".......and i actually expected her to say yes, because how dense can she be. and she is dense i tell you.....it was a no. i asked her again, thinking maybe she misunderstood what i said before.....i got another no. and after the 3rd futile attempt, i just gave up.

so let me get this straight, she doesnt know what's wrong and right! the idea to explain to her why its unethical crossed my mind, but considering the reality that she wont understand it even after i die, i just wrote the essay. i had to, i kept my words, and i owe her nothing more, not a single ounce of debt anymore. though i got the feeling she's going to ask me to do it again.

i got really pissed off on my way back to class, i punched the wall on the way, because if i didnt, someone in my class might die. and unconsciously, i punched so hard my knuckles hurt, and the pain hasnt completely go away until now. at that point, i was really like a bomb, waiting to explode and destroy everything around me, but then, after laughing at my poor friend again, it went away, just like that.

moral of this story, never cross path with "arena" and when your are mad, dont punch the wall. trust me, that wasnt worth it......