The Doom of Dogbert Poh

My poor Dogbert Poh. He has earmite liquid dripped into his ears every other day, and he hates it. I think it clogs up his ears and sloshes around in his ear canal so he keeps shaking his head, making his ears smack his face, and spraying earwax in all possible directions. So gross. Thats why i wear a shower cap whenever i de-earmite him. We wouldnt want earmites in the hair, now would we?

Singapore is unbelievably, delightfully sticky. It's like being covered in dried orange juice, and it feels like i'm breathing water. I like i like.