Wide stinky arms

A choice have been made.
its been sold to the devil, with a price.
It may not be worthwhile. Am adamant about it.

Everybody strives to achieve perfection. Unless of course 'i-don't-really-care' attitude surfaces.
Over lunch, i hear the word 'i wish' being repeated over and over again. On a cold rainy day, sitting at a roadside mamak with leaking roof. Undone hair with strands curling without a certain flow, make-up? i won't even go there... The situation is no where near perfect. Its not how you would want the paparazzi to catch you at.

Perfection. A perfect daughter to parents. A perfect wife to the other half. A perfect colleague. A perfect subordinate. Living a perfect life. Unfortunately, nothing is perfect, and will never be.

It is a bad day to start off even with perfection. Drowing in spilt milk won't help.
Lower than sorrows, i'm still in the office, and i'm the last one. How great can life be. Never been better!

This window was opened the entire day when i was in the office. That explains why its a here and there thing. Not to say i've always been consistent.

I can smell the poluted air of JB already, welcoming me with wide stinky arms. If i don't make it back on the idiotic, druggie looking bus driver driving the bus that starts with a 'T', i leave you this blog. Make sure a full page, full color ad of my obituary is on the Star. :p
Wish me luck.