Why not shake other body parts? Like the bum. That people just meet, stick their palms together and move the hands up and down in pendular cycles, only to detach them unexpectedly and go on as if the other species in the world don’t deserve an explanation. … More Of shaky hands …
It’s sad to check out without having discovered one’s inner grind. You can discover your inner hustle by doing a list of the products or services that you’ve greatly loathed. … More Hustling 101
It’s funny how we sometimes hope to walk some character out of a book, magazine or movie and be them. Yet mostly, we are that character in a dusty book lying unnoticed in some dark corner of the library. It’s a big world. … More Overrated
Getting an idea for posts has the dark sides. The behind-the-scenes. It’s worse when it’s burning inside you to centre them on real happenings around, while safely hiding enough content from the public. You struggle to trace a path, even though a blurred line. … More Behind the scenes …
The ‘happy new year’ that people have been blurting out all about is beginning to take shape. First, quite some improvement on the weather’s mood swings. I notice it because I’m a sales guy. I spend most of my time roaming across wearisome roads, like headless chicken, screaming from corporate office to corporate office about … More Residues of incomplete thoughts…
It feels funny crawling in here 13 days into 2018. In fact I feel so strange in my own blog, I had to sneak in this way. How time flies. 2018???!!! An extra year. More things to think about, more sad songs to relate to and more time to break people’s hearts. And get heart-broken … More Tough love?
Furthermore, eating too much cake can make you hairy. I guess due to the raisins. Bananas too. They somehow make your body-hair go bananas and scares them out of their follicles. I learned this from my barber; thanks to the circle of knowledge. … More Did you know: We can cook our health problems away?
Ever been chased by a goat, then you ate it?
Sounds like something that would happen several dreams deep into slumber-land. Or karma. Or maybe it’s just some fever. Fever makes me hallucinate. … More Goats!
Is there a queue anywhere? Like at a soft drinks booth? Good! Join the queue. You don’t really have to buy anything. When you reach the end of the queue, just plonk to it’s tail and help elongate it. Sometimes just watching the world burn is what you need after all. I have a penchant for queuing and apologizing, especially when fueled by coffee from a hawker. I’m sorry. … More Sit in a park
I’ve just eavesdropped a dialogue from the kitchen between Kelly and a visitor who’s left green crocs at the doormat. I’m not making this up. Fashion sense. Why green, though? Because green is the color of money, grass, oak leaves, and alien bombs. How the hell would I know why it was green? Anyway, she’s sobbing uncontrollably. She’s told Kelly, amid her spasms, that she’d given her heart to someone. The whole of it. And as if I haven’t heard enough, this dude broke it.
What? Heart. So people do that? Yes. Organ donation. … More Organ donation … and broken hearts