There is this speck of irritation and spoonful of agitation rolled up in a sheet of exasperation, wrapped, folded over and over again - like a popiah. Or rather, like an overcooked semi-burnt popiah, crunchy and tasty on the first bite but leaving a lingering bitter aftertaste.
That, washed down with a cup of malice with enough annoyance as well as fury (to taste) - and there you have it: a state of extreme pissed off.

And yet I sat here, thinking, why?
I dont know. Ugh. Every existence seemed to only spite me, aggravate me, for no apparent reasons. Almost like how a scurried Jerry aggravates Tom the cat to chase after him. But in this case, it's like Tom with an anger management problem. Argh!!

Stress - postulated (and rightly so) to be the origin. This feeling (again) that walked hand in hand with homesickness, almost like 2 uninvited guests, invading the premise during this festive raya season, munching on my spirit, replacing my colourful optimism rolls with their own monochrome vengeance triple layer cake slices.

-.- I think I am going to call mom later.. Only mom knows how to unchoke me from these devastating shortcakes, and then willingly fed me with her own batch of honey-coated sugarylove biscuits.

Sigh.. I want to be home.