Reiterating the Mundane

So there's a post like this all across the globe. And I do mean the one we inhabit; not golden, snow or boston.

So I'll try and keep this short. I cannot promise painless. We feel pain for a reason, mostly for the sick and perverse pleasure of knowing we can inflict it.

There is quite a bit of work to do, and yet work moves a little slow. The hamster wheel spins less and less as the hyperactive hamster learns to read the TV guide under its cage.

But here I am, metaphorically slaving away for what little cash I get paid for at the end of the month. It basically supports what meagre lifestyle I possess.

(sigh).

Here's a pretty picure to look at. Yes, I took this piece at night in KL Sentral. Ta da ...