Down and out in the air-conditioned nation...

I miss being in a place where while your day isn't going well and it's blistering cold outside, all you need to do is just to have a cuppa hot tea in your hands and some nice music playing in the background to keep you warm and give you that fuzzy feeling that makes you think...well, things aren't so bad. It will be okay.

It's the simpleness of the moment that's so alluring, and so easy to get if you're in the right place. But living in a city where it doesn't exist, where everything has been shaped or molded to be a certain way that makes it by its very nature 'un-simple'...well, it makes you a little sad.

Air-conditioning just isn't the same thing.

Wake up and smell the burnt coffee...

I set off to change the world,
But alas, the world instead changed me.
I tried best to make a difference,
Sadly, things were not to be.

Is it naive to be optimistic,
Though with a pessimistic mind?
To believe good things indeed result,
from the determination of human kind.

As I lament sorrow of the passing,
Of that last true breath of hope.
The distant dream of a better future,
Lost at the moment when I woke.

Agri(vating)-Food and Veterinary Authority

I will never work for AVA,
Some of the people there damn si beh suay.
So damn kiasi yet still so kiasu,
Work with them headache until want to 吐!

Why blogs do not get updated...

I used to blog,
I used to write,
I used to ask here,
"Oh why? Why? WHY?"

I don't know how,
I don't know when,
I've let this journal,
die. Die! DIE!

But then I thought,
Why I don't blog,
Is because I no longer need,
to sigh. Sigh...SIGH!

It's not such a bad thing.
But well it does mean,
At least for now...
It's goodbye. Goodbye! GOODBYE!

Our egos on the environment...

I don't understand...
Should we try to make our mark on this world?
Or should we leave as little impact as we can...
Should we thread the Earth as lightly as possible?
Or be determined to leave our footprints in the sand...

It's a dud...

Looks like the green-looking grass over here turned out to be actually AstroTurf. Now I have to move on and seek greener pastures. Such is life.

A picture paints a thousand words...

Look here, my friend!
Here is a picture of life.
A field full of roses,
A good life, without strife.

Look here again, my friend!
Another picture to show you.
A harem full of whores,
All ready to blow you.

Oh, don't look at this one!
There's really no point,
For this picture I hold,
Will surely disappoint!

Are you sure, my friend?
Well, if you insist!
I'm not going to stop you,
Will not ask that you desist.

The picture's not pretty?
Well, alas, my friend - this is real life!
I know it can hurt when,
Reality cuts through with a knife.

But if you care to look closer,
Perhaps you might see,
It's not all gray skies in the background,
Looming over the rough, dizzying seas.

The silver lining I speak of,
Lies just slightly above,
In order to find it,
You will need lots of love.

Though the earlier pictures,
May stoke your desires.
Should you stare at them too long,
Your mind's eye will tire.

So instead take the last one,
And keep it in your pocket.
Store it in a special place,
Inside your heart's locket.

Look upon it from time to time,
And I'm sure you'll discover,
Amidst all the hardship within,
Lies a kind face of a lover.

When you finally find her,
Within that chaotic picture called life,
You should frame up the picture,
And take the girl as your wife.