Doodle-icious ME!

This is what happen when you're stuck in the office with too much time to kill and not enough boys to play footsie with. You doodle. And doodle. And doodle away the hours till its time to hit the road back home again.

The Makeshift Office

This particular post goes out to those who thinks i am working from a cardboard box at a third world dumpster, with flies as colleagues and stray cats as tea lady. Minuscule as this production might be, we do indeed operate from a proper space with real tables, permanent walls and functioning windows.

Though, admittedly, it might not be the cheery on the pudding, but its nothing less of a reverie, for where it lack in its modern day attitude, it gain in its character. Never have i seen a more inviting square block of room in my twenty-two years of living. Yes, you hear it right, twenty-two, for i'm allowed to throw out a few years because of rotten birthday parties. It’s only logical. Anyhow...

It’s pretty hard to put into writing how my dainty little workplace looks like. It had no park, but the pleasure-grounds were tolerably extensive; it had its open courtyard and closer wood walk steps that led to the first floor landing where my office lies. The structure itself was under the guardianship of a shady lane with close knitted neighbors and every evening before the twilight settle into nightfall, a symphony of swallows would recite its playful tune to its anonymous listener.

Me? Incredible Hulk?

I found a gym, here in my little antique town. And no, it’s nothing super sleek like cali or celeb fitness, but it will have to do. Besides, my lovely chinchillas, its dirt cheap beyond reasoning. And when i say dirt cheap, i mean a meal at kentucky f**king chicken would cost more than its daily rate. I know! It’s THAT cheap! Plus, hear this, it doesn't chain me to a yearly contract like what most gym does! So, i'll go whenever i feel like it, and i'll pay whenever i go. How plastic fantastic is that! Its like a storybook ending, where happily ever after does exist. Thank God we live in such an awesome country. Now you see why I salute the flag every morning.

So, having said that, i see no other mortal reasoning for me not to succumb to the alluring call of treadmills and dumbbell. I will be gym-tastic by the end of this trip, so watch out people, the Hulk is coming back to town! :P

GOD! I'm such a drama queen...ahem king!

'I am unease with the possibilities of a wandering heart, one that belong to me but never near enough to be truly mine. Truth is, i've been robbed of the only feeling that would have kept me living, and instead I am now left standing on my own grave stone. I can no longer judge the purity of a person without the hated flashbacks of your vivid images shifted pass me. And lets not even speak about trust. Those five-letter words have been erased of its existence, only to be replace by doubt. And doubt i shall have for those who trespass me, who offer me a place in their heart, to overwhelm me with their sincere compassion and unconfined affection'

Just so you know, this was written awhile back. So, forgive me if i over do the whole dramatic masquerade, for i was over head and ears in lurve then. Hahaha...silly me! :P

I'm the duck in the pot

Oh mighty god in high heaven, you have no effing idea how adventurous life can be, at this little drive thru town. It is uninteresting beyond any vocabulary. I'm like an exile here, abandon to a far away land, to fence for my own little pitiful life. God. I might have just lost my will to live. Isn’t there any felicity in this world anymore? Or have you shut down all happiness from this wretched playground?

No offense to the friendly little people living here. There's no doubt in me that Malacca have the sublime beauty of what every historical small town would be and should be like. Its genteel suburb ways have more to offer than the gruesome city living that i'm used to. Being here is like me at a cultural bargain sale, where every nook and corner is dainty little packages of ethnicity delight and artsy bliss.

But why for the love of chickity china the chinese chicken, am i feeling like a boy band reject? Must be those daily hormone pills. Damn it!

My little Runway Circus

Hello, yet again, you lovely rainbow loving lots. I have decided its high time to effing quit my day job and join a runway circus for real. I always did like juggling apples while waltzing on stilts. And my years in production have made me an aficionado with taming the wildest beast, so bring it on, be it the wild siberian white tigers or the crazy stampeding elephants. It will not scare the bejabbers out of me!!

Me at my new office :D