Wry Humour

Satirical humour always rules my world.

It is probably why I get along well with people who love to fill their words with sarcasm, well, more or less in a nonsensical way.

My ex-colleague, Bean, is one such example.

To illustrate her wry wit, she drew a picture (please bear with badly-drawn objects) as a representation of our workplace.

(Please click for a larger/clearer image.)

The story goes like this:

Once upon a time, there was a cave with a group of cavemen living in it. Being a group of cave people, they were, of course, oblivious to anything that was outside of their surroundings. Unknown to them, a garden was growing outside their cave. Since the weather has been of hot and cold lately, they are optimal conditions for the patch of land to grow. Slowly, the Tree became bigger for the Tarzan to hang upon, the Flowers increase in numbers under the care of the Gardener and the grass became plentiful. Among these, stood the Crow, the symbol of omen, that overlooked the jungle, waiting to give any form of suspicious information to the ruler of the Forest. Above all, they had Superman to protect them from any other harm, with the Scarecrow to shoo off any small predators away. What they always never noticed was that Toad croaking among those tall grasses.

Now, of course, the rightful humans, aka B&B, were diminished in power with the intimidating presence of the Forest. Hence, B&B was not even drawn in the picture.

It is ok if you don't get the story above. It is just to illustrate how lame my group can be.
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Ok, coming back to my main topic.

Ex-boyfriends/girlfriends can provide one with the greatest ironies.

It would definitely hurt if one was to know her ex-lover was getting hitched with the very same girl he cheated on her.

The irony: Its most probably a shotgun. A 90% chance there.


Another irony also just happened to me recently.

Courtesy of an old friend aka ex-boyfriend.

A brief summary of the old friend's background is that he plays Scrabulous with me and we drop lame comments on each other's wall on Facebook. He is currently touring the world, at the end of some school competition he was involved in.

So he happened to put up a picture of the fast food outlet, The White Castle.

Now, I am very sure you guys are extremely familiar with what is mainly associated with the White Castle.

Just to give you an idea of how swords of words were somehow yielded, I will give you a group of "copied and pasted" comments of the picture.

Me: Wow, so where's Harold and Kumar? Or did you become Kumar? Hmm.

Him: its just a movie u know.... there really isn't a Harold or Kumar at every white castle in US u know... ok... hope u understand... dont be misled by hollywood...

Me (extremely annoyed, of course): Never mind lah... Some things get through to people, some things just don't...

Him: some pple jus don noe how to articulate their words... some pple do...

Most friends of mine have come up with a common analogy. Lets not go there, ok? But if you do want to analyse, please leave them in the comments, because I do want to know yours.

But I will end this post with my own satire.

Some men make you a part of their dreams. Others don't bother to because they see you as a hindrance. And its for the best that you stay away from the latter.

Obviously, I've found my former. :)