Smellier up There

The air is dank. It's smellier up there.
The party has split but the clowns remain, 
I hope they leave me alone.


The air is dank. It's smellier up there.
I trod with courage on my path,
To the life I want to own.


The air is dank. It's smellier up there.
The angel holds a "DANGER" sign 
And I greet with grateful tone.


The air is dank. It's smellier up there.
I see the monkeys rattling the tree
To fight for corporate throne.


The air is dank. It's smellier up there.
The ape is dressed in pearls and heels
A disguise so easily blown.


The air is dank. It's smellier up there.
That's not where I want to be,
Where conscience is postponed.


The air is dank. It's smellier up there.
I shrug off all this enmity,
Leave them in their own insanity,
Take humour in their vanity,
For they are ludicrous to the bone.


*sniff sniff* 
What died in here?!
Glad it's neither on me nor from me.


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Life's-Little-Inconveniences: Dry Wet Wipes

Ever so often I have visitors coming by my desk not to say 'Hello' but to open my foot-locker middle drawer to pull out my packet of wet wipes to wipe their greasy hands.

How nice.
With my O.C.D. tendencies I feel my mental scale tipping over from the 'TOLERATE' marker to the 'NO MORE MISS NICE POSER' marker.

I'm certainly amazed that these visitors have developed an acute familiarity on the arrangement of my drawer and the contents within. I'm even more impressed when they display no shame in helping themselves to stuff in my drawer. But the thing that makes me F-L-I-P is that after they are done ravaging my wet wipe pack, they carelessly close the sticky flap leaving HuMonGous GAPS at the side.

AND - to you out there who have general intellectual capabilities - Tell ME, what makes wet wipes wet??
-----> MOISTURE, innit??!

AND - to you the same bunch of fellas - Tell ME, what happens when you leave GAPS in the wet wipe packs?
-----> Horror of Horrors.. My wet wipes DRY OUT!!!

HoBoy. Am I ANNOYED on days I have greasy fingers and reach for a wet wipe only to find it totally DRIED OUT! D-R-Y as a bone! My wet wipes, all of it WASTED!

AND because I want to avoid gaps, I even add sticky tape on the sticky flap. But guess what, Mr I-Don't-Care still leaves gaping holes in the wet wipe pack.

AND because they don't bother to ask, they don't realize I ALREADY have an opened pack of wet wipes. So they reach into my drawer to open a brand new pack. And then there was Two. TWO half packets of wet wipes drying out simultaneously.

Gaaaaaaaaah Losers leave my wet wipes alone if you can't keep them proper!


Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............. I HAAATE YOUUUU

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Rainy Days Over and Out!

The sky's glowing again after the rainy days have come to pass.

Once again, my mind is clear like the sky.
2011 ended with a Bang! and without saying goodbye, it left us and 2012 came in its place.


The choppy beginning of 2012 will mar my memory of a once-beautiful place. Well, things happen. So despite it not being beautiful, it does not qualify yet to be hideous.


Of what I refer to, those who know will know, and those who not don't need to bother. Because I have stopped bothering too.


The mind is an irony. You do your best and give it all you can and when there is no more to give, you experience a certain calmness, and thereafter you feel empowered. 


This seems to me like a process of learning, of rebirth. Empowerment because you know you stuck-to-your-guns and gave your truest opinion, and for any mind that cannot be further swayed, it is not because you have done poorly in selling your idea but is instead due to the universal truth that we are all different. 


Our paths are different. Our priorities are different. Our thoughts are different.


There is not a single person who is superior than all others. There is not a single person who is lower than another because of different views. We are all different.


And because I am different from another, I am able to tell for sure the persons I do not wish to grow into. I will be who I truly am, even if there is someone to disagree with this approach. I want to make my decisions with no regrets.

"There is Only One Success - to spend your life in your own way" - Christopher Morley

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Penang: Food, Friends, Fun, and more Food

No journey is tiresome, if travelling companions are fun-loving dudettes.

Aghh.. Work begins on Tuesday.

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It's Finally January

Ah, good ol' Jannie. Well, well, how are you?


Good? That's nice to hear. Myself? Good as well. I've recently returned from the 2 holidays that I spoke of some weeks back. I had so much fun you could say I played to my heart's content. Just feel a little wistful right now, missing the days that I could simply play all day and rest thoroughly, not giving hoot-hoot (two hoots) about deadlines.


Alrighty, got my Aussie Masterchef to catch on TV. Now you be good now and stay on the safe side. None of those earthquakes, war, famine, floods, fighting or killing, ye hear?!


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