emails and snails

potent things, those.

from emails at work to emails at work - man.

it's like dropping a pebble into a deep deep well. sometimes you get a clatter as it hits the intended bottom - sometimes you don't. and of course, sometimes the pebble finds itself terribly attracted to the sides and creates extra an extra bit of fanfare.

unintended and unaimed, but well.


it's amazing, i tell you. what you said 'without emotion' can be read as 'wah lao eh you bloody sonnofa *" - it's true!

not because it reads exactly that but because the reader's perception is coloured even before anything has been done. and as i noticed, it's the 'little men' who get bothered by things as such. and when i say 'little men' i mean little men.

the smaller ones who seem to be threatened by anything taller than themselves, whether or not they wear heels. oh, come to think of it, make that 'little people'.

it's so very amazing.


men, women. same shit. but well. i suppose after smelling like roses for the entire lifetime's worth of shitholes my time's up. time to get dirty! >:D