Sometimes it takes a cow to trigger the anger inside me. At times, it takes a word to ignite an explosion from me. Experts of spontaneous combustion: Dragonlady, DevilSpawn and DeaaaarrrrrJeremy.

I dont wonder why Dragonlady claims master for my explosions. I bet you dont wonder why she's the specialist either. She simply has to ask the most stupidest mundance question and I'll off to AngerPlanet. I used to admire my dad for tolerating the endless dumb questions. Until two nights ago, I saw how he twist the situation to his advantage.

On that fateful night, that evil piece of a work went out for Harry Potter!! Imagine that shit!!ARgh!!!Outrageous! He beat me to my PotterBoy!! Then Dragonlady blew up and screamed down the house, litherally. I mean I can feel all that eeevil karma clamming down on me. That's quite a feat considering it had to get pass a living room, a corridor, one closed door and penerate air con jelly air. I really admire that kind of wow....

Warning: I have that genes.

Back to the story! She screamed at the phone, she shouted at the walls and she banged her way around the flat. Then she asked a stupid question. I asked Daddy if pilots have absolute perfect eyesight. Cant contacts do? Supposedly the authority worry about irritation of contacts. So no. Then she asked why cant airplanes stop midair then the pilot adjust his contacts la. WAHAHAHAHA

I burst out laughing and she was sooo insulted. I mean where the F* she got that from!! Then my dad asked, if you shoot a bird, do the bird stop in midair and die, do we use a ladder to climb up into the air to retrieve that dead bird? She understood then.

Such questions. I mean where did it come from?! My goodness! If she werent my mom I'll be laughing my head off.

Of course that's just a one-off. She'll continue with her questions and I'll carry on being my volcano. But she's my mom. I've been lving with it for 18years. What about Jeremy?

He simply have to look at me a certain way or say a particular word, then that's it! I'm off to PlanetZoomOut.

Love makes one neurotic, crazy and explosive.

It isnt a good thing at all.