Slow build-up.

Fast to cool.

Most of the time.

... that is, in response to a friend's query on which type am I during last week's class discussion on anger management.

I am hopping mad right now. So much I can't think straight! And the more I think about it, the madder I get!

My card faced a security compromise. Again.

Barely a year later.

That same bank. Again.

Cancelled card. Yet again.

Felt like telling that darn bank not to bother issuing me a new card. Just cancel it for good would do the trick.

But Kor pointed out wasn't it good that that bank discovered things before it went completely awry?

I'm not utterly convinced yet. Shall take time to stew over it.

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I ranted to my good friend Z, who works with that bank, and what do I get?

I'm sorry for you. (*doubtful*)

I think you're just jinxed. (*narrows eyes*)

You're like the person who's plane crashed everytime he flies. (*throttles her neck*)

Must be some lucky bastard, actually, come to think of it, that he survived to experience so many other plane crashes.

Thanks so much, Z. You always were such a reassuring comfort. *glares*