The concept of irritability

Irritability, a common source of unhappiness and anger.

Responsible for many conflicts, the danger of falling into irritability is immediate once you feel a small tinge of !@#$%^&* and the tangled and scrunched up line at the side of the head.

Today was beyond annoying. It was IRRITATING.

First was that snide comment by a woman.

'It's not right to cycle here'

And hello, did your parents teach you not to block the entire pavement, period.

Thanks a lot.

Obviously not a resident of Yishun. People in Yishun are completely familiar and aware of the bends and bumps of the roads, thereby making it extremely dangerous to cycle at the side.

Perhaps if the woman was more well-red, the Singapore government relaxed on her laws on cyclists being banned from pavements due to an increase in the number of traffic accidents involving cyclists (other than the obvious culprits, taxis).

An advice will be, keep your comments to yourselves and also, think before you speak.

I think your seemingly harmless comments (which you obviously thinks it is otherwise you will not have said that so loudly and it's definately not my powerful ears nor the lowering of background noise as it was in front of bustling Chung Cheng High School) will get you in heaps of trouble if you have not gotten into it once before.

Maybe i was just a tad more irritable today. Every tiny thing seems to irritate me. Gah, I'm improving on my temper but sometimes, things just turn out fine and totally ruin my beautiful journey on anger management.

Sure.

You can feel free to consult my secondary school friends.

Or even council people. You can ask dil or jie (who succeeded in irritating me once).

My advice will be go and find a girl (facebook's the easiest) named CHANG HONG WEI or anybody from the class of FAITH graduated from SNGS 2008. Chia is fine too.

Just go and ask.

How I was like in secondary school.

My temper is the WORST in class.

I have low tolerance.

I don't leave any mercy nor time in lashing back on anything that irritated me.

Even noise.

There's a limit to all things and I have been warning not to cross my line.

Especially in the year of stress and examinations.

I'm a two-faced bitch if you haven't notice by now.

And more of a devil instead of an angel.

Whatever.

I hate ignorance.

I hate insensitivity.

I hate wasting time.

The heat wave isn't making things better either.

At least it rained seconds after I wanted it to pour.

Never mind.

2 more days to Nodame.

Need some serious cheering up to do.

Let's end it on a lighter note.

The Private Life of a Lizard

Closely watching.

The path of the big black spot, representing food.

Its winding path through the hot and stuffy air.

The growling of the stomach.

Can it please fly nearer?

It landed on a bright blue book.

It twitched.

And turned a round.

As if it was dancing its last waltz to death.

Then it took flight again.

Closer and closer it inched.

Ignorant of the concealed danger

And the impending.

Life.

Death.

The wait is finally over.

The gobbling motion.

The gulping of delicious dinner, sliding down the throat.

A feeling of relief and satisfaction.

On to the next target.