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Sunday, August 10, 2008
tension 5:09 AM


Breathe, breathe, breathe....

Just minutes ago, I have found out someone had thrown away my precious pieces of pink papers, and almost immediately, a wave of rage just swept over me before I stood up of my chair, screamed and demanded the culprit to admit to his/her mistake. I swore and cursed. Who is that busybody?

It was my mum.

Tension was so tense at that point of confession. I was so faring mad, even though she was my mum, how could she throw away my things without my permission? Yeah, and she could even answer me in such a calm tone.

"It is in the rubbish bin,"

I thought it was the one outside my room, but neither did I thought she was referring to the gigantic bin outside my house gate. This fuelled my anger even more. What? That smelly bin? How could I revive that back? But those pieces of paper were of such importance to me that I flew down the stairs without a second thought.

Finally, I took a deep breath, opened the bin and was surprised to see the bag of rubbish lying in that dry, odour-less green bin. I fished out my pieces of papers among all the other paper based rubbish and returned back to my room again, relieved. Nonetheless, my anger had not receded and I was still at the verge of exploding any minute.

SHUT UP AND LET ME GO.