“My Day”? Then it ought to be my day every day… my day to make life a better experience for everybody and for me… Maybe Monday ought to mean “Our Day” too, then?
Mondays are like a plate of fruit rojak. Its often a sticky start to the week with a lot of varieties of fruit and stuff. With your wooden skewer in hand, you never know what piece you’ll skewer amidst the black stickiness.
Hmm… This so qualifies to go under the ‘From the Lizard’s tongue’ category on my blog… LOL
September 5, 2011 at 9:14 am
“My Day”? Then it ought to be my day every day… my day to make life a better experience for everybody and for me… Maybe Monday ought to mean “Our Day” too, then?
September 5, 2011 at 4:37 pm
Our Day it is then, Kenny.
September 5, 2011 at 10:12 am
Mondays are like a plate of fruit rojak. Its often a sticky start to the week with a lot of varieties of fruit and stuff. With your wooden skewer in hand, you never know what piece you’ll skewer amidst the black stickiness.
Hmm… This so qualifies to go under the ‘From the Lizard’s tongue’ category on my blog… LOL
I shall elaborate more about rojak Mondays soon.
September 5, 2011 at 4:39 pm
IMHO, life itself is like rojak.
Lizzy, I’ll be looking forward to your series of Rojak Mondays.