Anger

I'm angry with many things lately.

Angry with the fact that Reality decided to remind me of it's cruelty by sending someone in my apartment to steal my PDA from my room. I have lost more than just a PDA that night - a sense of security in the place where I sleep every night, and not to mention a huge chunk of faith in people.

Angry with Cupid for having me fall for those guys who tend to carry with them a bucket load of emotional baggage left from their previous ex-lovers/BFs. It seems as if all the nice guys have had their own share of great relationships and are just content on reminiscing their past.

Angry with myself for not being able to respond to the love from that sweet guy with the really nice heart because he's physically not my type. At many points how I wished I could have that 'outer-beauty reflect inner-beauty' magic spell from the movie 'Shallow Hal' cast on me, so that I can fall for all these guys who lack only the physical attraction.

Angry with those guys who asked me to add them in messengers but only to remain silent when they are online, and are so passive in having a chat. So why ask in the first place?

Angry with that bastard who parked his bike at the pedestrian walking path next to the road and gave my leg a second degree burn with that extreme hot exhaust pipe of his bike when I stepped back from the road with my back facing the bike (phew, a mouthfull description isn't it? :-P).

Angry for never being able to have enough sleep lately. Where did all the time go?