Today I woke up, switched on my handphone in hope of getting a certain call from the ministry, but instead of the 'one missed call' message I so anticipated, all I got was a cracked screen.
Now, everyone who know me well would probably not make stupid comments to irate me. Unfortunately, my dear mother decided to make matters worse with one casual comment.
"Aiyah, as long as can receive messages can already."
HELLO, DON'T FUCKING TELL ME THAT BECAUSE I CAN'T SEE A GODDAMN THING OKAY?!
I told her the above, except in a politer form. She evidently didn't believe me, so I rushed up, brought my phone down and nearly shoved it in her face.
Truth to be told, I didn't really have the right to throw one of my notorious tempers, because last night it was also due to a little tantrum when my recorder was thrown carelessly over my shoulder(I can tell you that it gained speed and velocity, gathering enough kinetic energy to make the impact great). It made a sickening crack in contact with something.
Lesson to be learned? Well, don't let me near anything fragile when I'm in a foul mood--particularly pernicious keyboards which keys KEEP MAKING FUCKING TYPOS!!!
ARRRGHHH !
From now on I shall not give a damn about dickheads who refuse to tag. After all, I'm pretty much above their level.
-Hint hint-
I'm so changing the bloody protection cover. It's pretty ineffective in terms of actually PROTECTING my handphone from impact, because all it does is to fly apart every SINGLE FUCKING TIME my handphone is accidentally dropped.
Witless manufacturers should test their products before unleashing these malevolent dysfunctional vexation on the heedless world.
