I spent my weary morning hours,
Tending to the needs of others,
Like mend their wired desktop woe,
Or showing where those files should go.

From setting up a network share,
To purging some pesky spyware,
Oh, endless chores they give me so,
Oh, endless chores they seem to grow.

And all this labour, all this toil,
Around my neck it seems to coil,
Tightening, winding serpentine,
Choking like a murderous vine.

Oh Lady Fortune, I implore,
Please end this state I so deplore,
These clockwork chores are such a bore,
I just can’t take it anymore.

Once upon a time,
in the island of Borneo,
An ancient site lies at hill’s shoulder and plateau,
Her settlers were blessed,
With earth’s plentiful harvest,
And the leadership of the wisest of wisest.

Kulow was his name,
A headman of great renown,
Whose wisdom and kindness was oft-sought and well-known,
And through his guidance,
His people grew prosperous,
At hill’s shoulder and plateau of envied riches.

But in jealous eyes,
Of those whom were found wanting,
They plotted, they waited, their prey unsuspecting,
To steal all their wealth,
and leave not a single thing;
From Kulow and his people, they planned on robbing…

This is the story,
Of a prosperous village,
As re-told by elders of the same heritage,
Of the great Kulow,
And how he lead his people,
Through times of merriment, hardship and renewal.

Read more of this tale in Lifeinborneo.com.

A picture is worth
A thousand words,
They say that often, independant of occasion,
And at times bring mirth
Like an angel’s verse,
To have your photo taken with beautiful women.

See more eye candies
In this link here,
Photos taken meant to evoke admirations,
A night’s reveries
Can be found there,
Oh, May will be full of festive celebrations.