Temper Temper...
Temper, is a dangerous thing. God know I've got this trait from my mother. Curiously, if nobody triggers my temper (it takes alot to trigger my temper, at the right moment at the right time), I'm as happy go lucky as a clown in the circus. Basically, I've got a high tolerance before I lose it, but when I lose it - God rest his/her soul. Amen.
For example, I still remember this time last year. I was revising for my exams in the library and then my friend mike and I went to the nearby shop to get something to eat. I waited outside for him, having a cigarette. 3 scally white boys (1 older, 2 very young) approached me. For you people out there whom doesn't know what scallies are: they are a degenerate form of culture in UK, very dominant in Manchester, involving underaged teenagers wearing matching tracksuit top and bottom, a matching hat to cover their skin head. They usually appear drunk or with dreamy eyes as if they were/are on drugs - like the picture below. Anyway, this was what happened:
["We juz luv 2 sit ere' all day long doin' nothin'..."]
Old Scally: (Saw me having a cigarette) Ya'rite mate, can I crash a fag?
Me: (Tired and already in a bad pissed off mood) I haven't got any cigarettes.
Old Scally: *Pointed at my cigarette*
Me: Well, I'm not giving you one.
Old Scally: (Started walking away then suddenly shouted) Fuckin' chink! Should've smack rite on his face... Blah blah blah...
At that moment, my temper was triggered. My eyes widened, I took a last puff of cigarette, and then I flicked the butt at the old scally. It landed on his back.
Me: Oi, asshole... What da fuck did you say? You wanna say dat at my face? You fuckin' coward.
Young Scallies: OOOooo... (They kept on walking)
I hate being ignored. I wanted to run up to them and hurt them bad. I clenched my fist so tight that they were making cracking noises. But I told myself to keep my temper. I took a deep breath and cleared my mind. I was picking a fight. A fight with probably a 20 year old and 2 15 year olds. They are not "pai kuat" thin and they weren't the type thats defenseless. But the rage has blinded my eyes. Thank God I managed to calm myself down.
But the point I'm trying to make is: sometimes losing your temper can leave permanent scars in life. The easiest example would be the remnant on my right arm. That's the result of losing my temper.
I guess the moral of the story is: control your temper to avoid making mistakes you will regret in life. Yeah, in my case. I could've ended up in jail. =P
8 Comments:
yalor!that all those scallies!
even girls are being scallies too!
hell with them!
I've experienced once with scallies spitting chewing gums on me any my boyfriend on a cramped bus. i was there shouting furiously at them to stop their childish act, yet, I'm so suprised no adults came to our help and plainly ignored us at all.
issh!
talk about the kind society we're supposed to be brought up in!
vss3t: yeah, i know... n they were sayin how civilised da brits r supposed 2 be! tsk tsk tsk...
scallies as in scallywags? hahahah. the very brit version of lalaness eh?
well, if you're gonna pick a fight, you sure as hell better be more than perfectly certain that you're gonna win, and then cover your tracks after that. think lightsabers. wakakakaka.
quicksilverlining: oh, when my temper blinds my eyes, i juz feel like breakin some bones... hehehe... oh dun get me wrong though: a 20 year old n 2 15 year olds... might be able 2 come out of it wif juz scratches. =P
aiya. i'm also like that, can get pissed, and fully capable of destroying some body. only that i specialize in destroying of mind and spirit. it's a lot more fun and totally legal! wahahahaha!
quicksilverlining: hahaha... da only way i get sastisfied is when i sink a 300kg right hook into da guys face... ahhh... da satisfaction... =P
wendy: nah, them scots dun like we english culture much... =)
if violence and immaturity can solve problems, I believe you're number ONE! Congratulations! But mind you, it is the same attitude that Bush carries that would cause what we might call/fear- WWIII.
I once saw a scally family. Dad was merely 20, gf was probably 18? baby was... baby laa. can't tell.....
He was sat in the front seat (disabled and special seat) and the guys was having a fight with his gf and he pulled out his swiss army knife and he was poking her thighs! *poke* SHUT UP! *poke* poke*poke* SHUT THE F*CK UP! Her white track pants were slowly inked with her blood whilst crying 'OUCH! You're hurting me! STOP IT!' Baby crying of course...
Me? Can't do anything (He had a knife. I'm in a foreign country. I'll probably be accused coz i'm older) I felt useless and helpless, but that was probably the best anyone cud do in such a situation coz confrontation is fatal... Who knows if she might suffer more after my immature course of action to try and put sense into him?
I dunno... what has the world come to, eh?
*gray*..... *sigh*
sister: yeah, but its not happenin 2 u rite?
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