For a Boy


If I were a kid again, and asked to choose a toy
Without doubt it would be this boy
With cuteness on par with Ikea Mouse
I would love to bring him to my house

The old things that you told me to throw?
Through that, taught me to let go
Really, I don't know how to say thank you
"Us too!" scream those in the Karang Guni field

He says he enjoys sugar rolls
For that to his tummy will add folds
But really, I don't think I'll mind
Where else a more comfortable pillow find?

Oh no! Your handphone! I'm stressed! you stutter
In some sick manner your anxiety makes my heart go aflutter
That sometimes lost expression on your face...
For you my heart will make more space

He fights hard the Sleeping Bug every night
His lips on the phone, but they're shut tight
No wonder, that explains all that mumbling
And in the day- due to lack of sleep, the fumbling

You know why 'love' doesn't part my lips?
Because like in restaurants, they're the tips
Once given out, waiter's no longer attentive
Perhaps once mentioned
someone'll leave

Whoever Franklin Jones is, I like him already.

“The trouble with being punctual is that nobody's there to appreciate it.”

- Franklin P. Jones (1887-1929)

marketing has to be like, the most amazing thing, ever.

saw this gigantic vase selling in ikea for a few bucks.


and this is what you can do to up its value in a parenting magazine:

Exclusively imported from Italy is this exquisite and rare find, specially designed for your child's potty training. Ingenious see-through design ensures you know exactly when your child is done and ready to go. No more waiting and having to read your child's impatient glances. Made with the purest in glass technology, the soft rounded edges cushion your precious so he/she is free from the discomfort that comes with conventional potty chairs. Definitely worth every penny of the $57.

Because only the finest specimens should be allowed to touch your child's butt. Holds true even after she's all grown up, eh?

You just know you gotta get a job fast when a taxi driver has a namecard and you don't. And did I mention his sexy email?

the only nice thing that came (pun intended) out of Madonna's mouth

- When I get down on my knees, it is not to pray -

everyone should go to a halloween party

to see a carrot hug a gingerbread man


to feel how it's like to be eaten alive.. i mean.. dead.


to get to know Brave Toilet Auntie who is unfazed by the horrors before her


to find new ways to a man's heart

see, it worked!


and of course, to see prominent, important men from different eras gathered together