Those hated, one word – pulverize!
Those loved, mesmerize!
Those toilets dirty, sanatize!
Those small states days of yore, Britian colonized!
Those wicked, we must demonize!
Just remember….all good stuff….we MEMORIZE!🤗
Thursday Laugh
A Sparky (‘Electrician’, the Royalty of all Trades) dies in a car accident on his 50th birthday and finds himself at the Pearly Gates. A brass band is playing, the angels are singing a beautiful hymn, there is a huge crowd cheering and shouting his name, and absolutely everyone wants to shake his hand.
Just when he thinks things can’t possibly get any better, Saint Peter himself runs over, apologizes for not greeting him personally at the Pearly Gates, shakes his hand, and says, “Congratulations son, we’ve been waiting a long time for you.”
“Totally confused and a little embarrassed, the Sparky sheepishly looks at Saint Peter and says “Saint Peter, I tried to lead a God-fearing life, I loved my family, I tried to obey the 10 Commandments, but congratulations for what? I honestly don’t remember doing anything really special when I was alive. Is it because I’m a Sparky.
“Congratulations for what?” says Saint Peter, totally amazed at the man’s modesty.
“We’re celebrating the fact that you lived to be 160 years old! God himself wants to see you!”
The Sparky is awestruck and can only look at Saint Peter with his mouth wide open. When he regains his power of speech, he looks up at Saint Peter and says “Saint Peter, I lived my life in the eternal hope that when I died I would be judged by God and be found to be worthy, but I only lived to be fifty.”
“That’s simply impossible son,” says Saint Peter, “We’ve added up all your time sheets.” 😊
*Morale of the story is…electricians work very long hours!
Short Week…Friday’s A Holiday In Lil Red Dot
Friday is Hari Raya Haji – it is a holiday for Muslims for their holy pilgrimage to Mecca.
On this day in lil red dot, mosques here will offer lamb/mutton (*korban) and share with the community, regardless of race, language or religion.
Yes, in my lil red dot called Singapore we are multi racial Singaporeans with 4 major ethnic groups – Chinese, Malays, Indians and Eurasians/Others.
We respect and celebrate as a country all their major religious festivities.
Christians: Christmas and Good Friday
Buddhists: Vesak Day
Indians: Deepavali or Diwali
Malays: Hari Raya Puasa (Ramadan) & Haji
We have only 11 gazetted public holidays in a year.
Friends? No Friends?
I must say….these days, I hardly socialize!
All my married friends are too busy with family to say hello and frankly, I am tired of trying to keep in touch.
I feel that if I did matter to them, they could say hello instead of me always trying to stay in touch. The physical face to face meet ups are non existent I feel.
Besides, these days with social media, they are happily posting something or other on Facebook and I know that they are alive 😉
Meanwhile, my single friends too are caught up with caring for their elderly parents and are too busy or too tired to keep in touch. Like me, we all return home to crash.
Thankfully these days, I do not travel for work.
Most of my single friends still do and it does drain oneself. So, I understand their difficulties in staying in touch.
So, it seems I am “friendless” – the human touch is not present as come any festive occasion, I will send out a text greeting to my “friends”- a waning group. I think this word will become extinct soon as face to face meet ups are a rarity these days.
They, in turn return me a text greeting.
This is new age friendship. No longer do we sit and sip tea at coffee houses or restaurants. We no longer sit and laugh together. Instead we laugh on social media.
Does this make my socialization skills rusty? I guess so but I try to stay amongst humans by saying hello to the service people whom I meet.
It can be a waitress or a waiter and they do appreciate a kind word, now and then.
It could be the postal officer who needs an encouragement of sorts in the hot muggy weather.
I guess speaking to strangers gets me going as it allows me to be pleasant and offer niceties. It makes me feel good and I am sure it also makes the person receiving kindness feel good as well.
Hmm…do I then need friends? I have given up on friendships lately. Many of my so called friends are not really friends. I feel they are my friends when I am of use. If I am not of use, they disappear and only re-appear when they need something from me. Sadly true for me and I am disappointed.
A cynic? I think so as the experiences I have gone through has shown this to be the case. Sigh!😓
In truth, my wordpress community of friends keep in touch with me more than my human friends …LOL!🤗😁
So…as I age, I veer into the world of E Friendships. Seems like pen pals are back in concept except for snail mail, we have social media!
Good or bad? You tell me 😉
Yours truly,
Your friend in social media with heaps of Garfield hugs🤗🤗ha ha
Enamoured – One Word Prompt
Once upon a time, I used to be enamoured by Care Bears.
There used to be Sunshine Care Bear…Happy Care Bear and many more.
I love their feet as each paw has a heart!
Then…Garfield took my breath away…totally smitten….enamoured by his wit, his character as a sarcastic but brilliantly intellectual yet lazy cat.
Garfield rules Jon Arbuckle and Odie.
This orange cat creation by Jim Davis enamores me.
Step aside Care Bears….cats rule…Garfield rules ha ha😂💕💕
Love Or A Business Decision? You Decide….
I met MR EX in my first job. Actually, this was taken by me as an interim job, whilst I waited for my work papers for Hong Kong to be approved.
He was technically my Lord and he was always looking in on me as I was taking care of an office of about 60 people.
I appreciated his kindness as a Lord and not once, did I know that he liked me or was interested in me. I felt he was a good Lord.
So, after a short stint of 3 months in his office, I resigned and left for Hong Kong once my work papers were approved.
I still appreciated his care as he then started to fly over to Hong Kong to see me on weekends. It then dawned on me that his fella was interested in me and I began to look forward to his visits. He had a wicked sense of humor that appealed to me.
Whenever he was in Hong Kong over the weekends, he would take me to see the seedy sights of Hong Kong. He always felt that I lived in sterile world. I call it being cautious as I do not like to put self in harm’s way. If I knew that a locale was unsafe, I avoid it at all costs! This, to me, was street smart!
My 3 year stint in Hong Kong came and went rather quickly and soon I relocated back to lil red dot.
MR EX did not let up and ramped up his wooing.
He then proposed with a handmade grass ring!
I did not accept as I was intent on climbing the corporate ladder. I was not ready for marriage, neither was I keen on having children. It is tough to be a parent and harder to be a wife, I felt. Besides Mr EX exhibited traits of now you see me, then you don’t! I call it, his Houdini Act.
I remember not declining but just crying. He took it as I ‘rejected’ his offer.
2 months later, he told me he was marrying a girl she met in church. This girl had an only sister who was dying of cancer and she had a ready business to take over. He wanted to be a part of that business.
At this stage in my life, I was starting out. I did not amass a huge fortune and was a struggling employee paying off my first property housing loan. I was not lucrative for him to pursue I guess.
He went from rags to riches and that was it.
In between the years, he kept coming back to me. He has often shared that he has found his soulmate in me.
I wondered at his reasoning of things!
If I was his soulmate, how come he quickly married a girl who had a dying rich sister with no other living relative?
He commented that if in this life time we could not be together, he wants our next life time to be together.
My reply to him was “oh gawd no!!! This is my last life on earth and I ain’t returning!”
Love and money do not go hand in hand.
One may love another but when money presents itself, it becomes vital to choose money over love.
A friend of mine used to quip..”no money, no honey” and he is right too!
Having MR EX always hanging around weighted heavily on my shoulders. I believed in friendships and thought he could be a sincere friend as we bantered, laughed and cried together.
I cannot be always his fall back gal as he has to decide on his priorities. The girl she married is savvy with dollars and hung on to the wealth with her dear life. He is very much kept like a slave, beholden to her as she holds the purse strings.
This is a good tactical ploy of hers as without access to her wealth, MR EX cannot go far.
As I look back at our past, I am very glad that I did not accept his marriage proposal. I could not fathom an understanding as to how any man can marry any girl in 2 months. I thought about worldwind romance and it could be possible! Or he two timed me, which is plausible.
But if that was the case, I heard enough grumblings on him about how difficult this girl is and how demanding the family is.
All I can say is I wish him well. He chose his life and made his bed. He now has to lie on it.
We may have loved each other. We may have cared for each other. But I believe, the love, faith or trust is not enough to hold our relationship as there was none to begin with.
Perhaps I am a hopeless romantic or as my female friends tell me – I think like a man! Decisive and no room for second opportunities.
I think they are right as I am cut and dry. I assess a situation like any management problem, do an analysis and decide straight away without wasting time.
I tend to solve or make decisions using management standards. If I suffer losses, best to cut it, rather than have a piece of rotting wood that will infect the rest of the body. LOL! Good or bad? Do tell me….LOL!
As to if MR EX is truly happy, the answer only lies with him.
Rhyme – One Word Prompt
I have learnt nursery rhymes,
Unfortunately I don’t know how to mime!
I cook pasta with thyme,
Whilst writing this one word prompt for “rhyme.”
Teachers remind me time and time,
Poems in stanzas rhyme,
Like clocks that chime.
What do I know about rhymes?
A little at a time ha ha!
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