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Good Bye Bad Thursday In Retrospective – One Word Prompt

Thursday is 3 hours away from ending and Friday begins.

I have had a horrible Thursday, starting at Heart Center that I took my mum to for her blood tests.

It all started with the blood test form directing me to the wrong clinic that I did not know of.

On reaching the wrong clinic, I was snappishly told off by a counter service staff who manned the registration counter to pay for the required tests.

Without eye contact, she dismissed me as if I was a being of the lowest form and she, the God Almighty.

“Go to level 2, not here”

I left the aura of God Almighty and met a gentleman manning the kiosk for registration.

I asked him if he could give feedback on my behalf of the poor behaviour of God Almighty and asked to confirm for self before making mum and dad wait another 20 minutes for an overloaded elevator load.

Gentleman told me to go back to God Almighty to get blood test done and he took my form to scan for an appointment queue number.

I firmly told Gentleman “no” and asked for directions to go to the Lab Clinic on L2.

On reaching L2, it was already 10.30am and mum had fasted since 9pm wednesday night. I was worried she may feel faint.

I registered using the self service kiosk at the entrance and sat down with mum and dad.

My number was bypassed. I decided after missing 3 numbers to ask as to why I was bypassed.

God Supreme told me my apointment is upstairs where I began my day of meeting of arrogant God like personas and not in this clinic. I was asked to go back up to the 4th floor and do what God Supreme directed me to do and I got to “sort it out myself.”

Tick tock tick tock…getting into 11am and I was irked to the Nth degree. Yet another God telling me wrong place. I lost hope of ever getting correct information!

I roared like a Lion and bellowed at God Supreme. I ticked her off, literally shouting at her, as she refused to hear what I was trying to explain.

After my ferorious roar that reveberated through the clinic, God Supreme automatically said that she will “take care of it and sort it out”

Of course you would or should, you dim wit as I am not a staff of Heart Center, nor am I empowered to sort out a computer error keyed in by the Gentleman!

After arguing and blasting, mum had her blood extracted.

Next stop was to get meds for my dad.

Off I trotted to the pharmacy. I left mum and dad to have breakfast whilst I started my marathon queue there. 5 pharamacists on duty in a room of about 30 patients.

I saw how each pharmacist had to run 40 steps after serving a customer to get the prescribed drugs to the cashier.

Patients were not trusted. They feared we would run off without paying.

With today’s technology, a conveyor belt or supermarket cashier counter with a rolling rubber belt would aid in this loss of precious time as each pharmacist had to run 20 steps to get the drugs, then run 40 steps to cashier.

Well..pharmacist will be physically fit and would have done good daily aerobic activity but their soles of shoes would wear off quickly and each will end up with plantar fasciitis!

What a day…a day in retrospective, detailing all the silly Humanoid Gods who think they know everything but effectively clueless.

I hate roaring like a Lion…but then I am a Leo…a bitchy feline if required😉


5 Years Blogging On WordPress Come July 2018

My humble blog site, courtesy of WordPress, has allowed me to vent, share joy, weal or woe. But more importantly it allowed me to meet people virtually through their blog sites and enabled me to see through their eyes, the beauty of nature that surrounds them or what they are enjoying.
This is effectively the virtual friendships made through cyberspace through words or memes.
I have been on WordPress for a couple of years now – since July 2013, making me 5 years in blogging age. I started out as an unknown and as at end May 2018, I have 1,792 followers.
I have done 5,446 posts and written 110,340 words. Yup, I am wordy but not too wordy, with each post averaging 157 words.
Each “like” made by visitors totaled 20,861 delightful happy days for me. As visitor visits grew to 59,920 I received more and more comments.
A total of 27,882 spams were caught by Askimet and a total of 30,742 comments were exchanged by fellow bloggers.
I loved each comment and enjoyed my friendly natter with pals across the world, through different time zones.
WordPress has given me much to look forward to each day whenever I felt down or too tired to fight another health battle. Somehow, nagging ad nauseam on my blog site, gave me the courage to fight on as it showed me that there were many others like me, suffering, grieving or just wanting a good listening ear.
For all this, I am very grateful to the virtual friendships and getting to know of their families and or their work situations. I have received personal encouraging notes from these friends and they mean a lot of me as a voice out there who cares.
Thank you WordPress for giving me a platform to share what I have to say, or have a good laugh or both with good people I now know of.


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Change “He” To “She” For Universal Use

For Mr EX…finally I found a relevant certificate!

If that fails..

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To Be 8 Years Old Again?

A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching his wife, who was
looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not
far off he asked what she’d like to have for her birthday.
‘I’d like to be eight again’, she replied, still looking in the mirror .
On the morning of her Birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Coco Pops, and then took her to Adventure World theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Roller Coaster, everything there was.
Five hours later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside
down. He then took her to a McDonald’s where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a
chocolate shake.
Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&M’s. What a fabulous adventure!
Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted.
He leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, ‘Well Dear, what was it like being eight again?
Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed.
‘I meant my dress size, you f@*#*! retard!!!!’
The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is gonna get it wrong.


Good Friends Are Hard To Come By

It has been a while since I have caught up with my friends at face to face meetings. So, for now, it is communication through what’s app messaging.
Ms China is doing well in her hometown of Jilin, China. She is living in an apartment but will move back to her farm as she misses farm life. I am happy for her as she used to work as housekeeping at Bates Motel. We became friends when I was incarcerated in Bates Motel for the many, many long stays. She makes the most wonder tasting dumplings, we call “Jiao Zhi” Pity I never found the time to learn how to make it.
Mr Ability To Earn is keeping busy as always and he is affected by the sluggish market. I know he has to work harder to make more money. Still, he is well off. What I like about him is that he will never say he is having a tough time and will always wear a smile and tell everyone, “market is good” even when it is rather sluggish.
Bird Man is reaching the end of May when he is to be confirmed in his new job. I think he will do alright and stay in this place. I am happy he has found this job after a year of being jobless. Being the versatile business man that he is, he still wheels and deals in all things avian. I hope to catch up with him over dim sum lunch next weekend.

S Man has sacked his boss and now works as lecturer. I am so happy for him as this is his niche. I felt with all his master’s degree (he has 2 to 3 MBAs) and a PhD, he should rightfully be in the teaching profession if not, in the research business. He is not cut out to be a businessman. True enough when I texted him, his reply was that he is extremely happy.
Both Bird Man and S Man shared the same work woes with me before ie we worked under Electrical Lord and the 3 of us were really tortured with verbal abuse ceaselessly. I am glad that one year on, we are all slowly re-finding our self-worth and building own courage again.
My 2 best friend forever, Chicken and Bird, are doing well and exceptionally busy at their jobs. If and when I have the time, I would text them and when they have time, they will reply.
My belief is that good friends are hard to come by and if one is lucky, by the time I kick the proverbial bucket, I will be lucky to have friends that can be counted using my 10 fingers. We must treasure good friends and remember that friendships are hard to come by and as a friend, we too, must play our role in keeping that friendship.


Broken – One Word Prompt

My Samsung Note 4 decided to report to the Android Heavenly realm on Friday night. 😇 My phone is officially broken!

I have been trying to wait for a special offer to pay $348 plus a year monthly contract sum of $95.80 to get my Samsung Note 8.

Just 3 days shy of the valid period to buy, my phone decides to malfunction. Sheesh!!

Since I was required to pay, I reluctantly said ok.

As luck would have it, my favorite Note 8 was out of stock!! Aargh!

The only other option was Galaxy S9+ and my damages to pay was a whopping $848!

Sheesh…if I had to pay that much for a dratted phone then why can I not have a phone of my choice?

So much for Lady Luck….and I am now $848 poorer and not with my phone choice.

I have to wait 2 years from now before my next update and still pay $98++ a month for phone subscription.

After paying for it and re-installing all my apps etc, guess what?! My “broken” phone decided to re-live and came out of its coma!

Sigh!! It is not funny God if you are pranking me!

So is my old Note 4 broken or not broken? Hmmm

P.s. But I was told Samsung Galaxy S9+ has the best camera!!


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BBQ’S – It’s A Man’s Job?

Some truth in this for the women. since its BBQ season lol. 😂

We are about to enter the BBQ season. Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking activity . When a man volunteers to do the BBQ the following chain of events are put into motion:
(1) The woman buys the food.
(2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.
(3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill – beer in hand.
(4) The woman remains outside the compulsory three meter exclusion zone where the exuberance of testosterone and other manly bonding activities can take place without the interference of the woman.
Here comes the important part:
(6) The woman goes inside to organise the plates and cutlery.
(7) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat is looking great. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another beer while he flips the meat
Important again:
(9) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces, and brings them to the table.
(10) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes
And most important of all:
(11) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.
(12) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed ‘ her night off ‘, and, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there’s just no pleasing some women..