I'm So Angry.

You're gonna have to work very hard to make me angry because I've learnt how to contain the anger deep inside by jogging it off, swimming it off, cycling it off, kicking and punching the punch bag in a 45-minute work out until I'd be too weak to raise my arms. No one taught me how to deal with anger this way. It came to me in a dream one night and I've been like this ever since - believe me. Don't you think this statement looks and sounds just ike me?

No, I don't cook when I'm angry. The kitchen would be the last place I wanna be when I'm angry because I know there are things in there that can make me even more angry if I do that. Like glasses not arranged in a straight line, drops of water here and there, kitchen rags not folded in a shape of a swan, or a phoenix, or any other elegant animals like the Arabian horse. I know I'd get annoyed if the trash can is full to the brim, so I try not to look at it when I'm angry. And I'd be very annoyed if the spices are not arranged alphabetically so I'd keep away from the upper section of the cabinet in my kitchen when I'm angry. I'd also get very irritated if the cutlery isn't polished and kept in a neat order in their assigned containers which I've arranged according to size, make and the year they were bought.

So you see, kitchen isn't a good place to be when I'm angry. But a swimming pool, now that's a different kettle of fish all together. I find the water a good thing when you're angry. It soothes your body like nothing in the world can. I'd be swimming at least 20 laps to get my lungs worked out good. I'd be doing free-style, maybe 8 laps maximum, and the rest breast-stroke. I don't do back-stroke because I don't like to gaze at the sky when I'm swimming. This will only encourage me to imagine things I shouldn't be imagine which runs the risk of making me angry. So no back-stroke for me unless I purposely want to imagine something like what should I cook today now that I've ran out almost every thing there is to cook.

No, I don't usually get very angry. Not even when rude people treat me like dirt, or flash their lights when I'm on the right lane overtaking a car in the middle lane. I don't get angry when people jump que. I don't get angry when people talk dirty, or pepper their sentences with words I wouldn't want to repeat to a cockroach. It's gonna take a lot to get me angry because I've learnt a simple lesson; that it takes very little to make me happy. That way, I'm happy with every little thing in life more often than I get angry. It's a simple accounting.

Can't remember the last time I'm angry, which is why I write this entry. Just to remind myself what does it feel like to be angry. Does this make sense to you? Okay, next time I'll write about being senseless. Until then, I'm going into the kitchen, putting on the apron I got from Asian Food Channel.