Rawr.

The pmsing monster has reared it's ugly head again.

"...She hopped on her menstrual-cycle and went nag-a-nag-nag-nag-bitch-bitch-biiiiiiiiiitch." -Walter

I have no mood to do work or study at all.

I haven't searched for the articles to read them in preparation for tomorrow's talk, i.e. my grounding for FA2.

There's this durian-eating competition downstairs and they're making a shit lot of noise.

I feel so easily agitated right now, and I just raised my voice at my sister not too long ago.

I shouted at my dad in the car. (But that was his fault. He was overtaking this uber slow driver really quickly and there was soup at the back of the car so I was like, "OEI. GOT SOUP IN THE CAR LA.")

Stupid, effing band. SHUT UP.

They'd better stop making noise by 11.

I wish I could pelt them with durian shells now.

RAWR.