Oopsy Daisy!!

A tough looking group of hairy bikers are riding when they see a girl about to jump off a bridge, so they stop.

The leader, a big burly man, gets off his bike and says, “What are you doing?” “I’m going to commit suicide,” she says.

While he doesn’t want to appear insensitive, he also doesn’t want to miss an opportunity, so he asks, “Well, before you jump, why don’t you give me a kiss?” She does, and it is a long, deep, lingering kiss.

After she’s finished, the tough, hairy biker says, “Wow! That was the best kiss I’ve ever had! That’s a real talent you’re wasting. You could be famous. Why are you committing suicide?” “My parents don’t like me dressing up like a girl…”

On a more serious and personal note, suicides are not to be laughed at.

Each has their personal challenges and sometimes without a way out, they turn to suicide as an optional way out. I sincerely hope that if anyone is feeling depressed or burdened to seek counselling and help from the professionals so that by living, you are able to overcome your issues. Easier said than done as they say, but once you are gone, you are forgotten and is that not a life wasted. Stay and fight the good fight and come out stronger than ever.

I remember when in school, a classmate ran away from home as her mum would not let her date an older man.

Another was a colleague at work who was in an abusive marriage and would arrive at work with a black eye. She found love in another man whilst married and I never knew the true story.

As for MR EX, he claims to be chicken hearted to commit suicide and is struggling to make a living. I find this hard to believe as he has 2 grown daughters who are not economically viable by choice as parents can well afford their lifestyle and a wife who is a pastor of 9 churches.

A sob story and I could not be bothered because if he did truly love me, he would have won me over instead of marrying into money the minute I rejected his offer. Two timing? Definitely and the one with most wealth won his heart!

Another reason why I walked away from church as looking at MR EX who claims the Creator in every other sentence, I am sickened by the same Creator.

Religion to me has become a sorry excuse I feel for people to seek comfort in. If you really believe in a “God” that works for you, then this “God” will reside in your heart and not in your pockets and be used as a means to churn money or wealth which is sadly the example of MR EX and his pastor wife.

I know I need not bow or prostate self to this “God” and to step out of the holy church to see parishioners fighting over car park lots or gossiping about things.

I will die a sinner and I rather be a sinner than a hypocrite to use “God” in every sentence, when I know “God” has abandoned me a long time ago.

By praying for something and not doing anything is silly as like it or not, food or manna does not drop from heavens above. Hard work and earning a living does. It should not be the case of this same pastoral wife of MR EX buying a next Hermes bag from church funds isn’t it?

Bah! What do I know??? I only know Garfield who does not pee nor poo and stares back at me with his plastic beady eyes!

Yet Another Week End

2021 is hustling out the door real quick and I am not excited in wanting to holding 2021 back.

2021 was not good!

Covid-19 raged on and it claimed many lives, worldwide. I was secretly calling the Evil Wiper Of The Silver Tsunami as it was claiming the elderly in Lil Red Dot ranging from 60s to 105!! It is sad to lose anyone to Covid-19.

I am indeed thankful that at least with vaccination efforts, more are spared. It took awhile for people to get used to believing in the good of the vaccine as naysayers created conspiracy theories of wiping out the world of people with this vaccine.

Others cursed at Pfizer for raking in the millions and for faking a vaccine – my view was that Pfizer is a pharma and like all pharmas, they engineer drugs and conduct trials and they are not charitable organisations. So they are entitled to the profits for their concoction.

Fake or otherwise, its efficacy has proven to save lives and I happen to be taking their antibiotic when I am ill – Pfizer had produced Clarithromycin or Klacid. it costs a lot to buy this medicine but it has saved me form broncho pneumonia many times. If so many scientists around the world tested Pfizer’s vaccine and found it as a weapon of choice to counter Covid-19 then what choice do we have? Die from Covid-19 or live to fight the consequences?

Sadly the 60s and above are not so lucky too, especially with co-morbidities. They also succumb to Covid-19 as their immunity may not be as robust as a younger person without underlying health issues.

I wish life was hunky dory, people enjoying their travels, eating and dining with others happily and forgetting the nasty business of Covid-19.

But it is tough as businesses are still reeling from it. Tourist trade will never be the same again. On 29 November, Singapore will start its Vaccinated Travel Lane (VTL) with Malaysia, with Thailand, Cambodia and other countries on the card.

For now, there is hope for those Malaysians living in Singapore for the last 2 years to be able to go home and see their families through designated travel buses. But the process is a tough one as limited daily tickets are available and many are flocking to log into the system to book their slots, only to be met with an overload glitch.

I find it ironic that people yearn for company but when they get together, their eyes are glued onto their cell phone and busy texting or posting on social media.

Pfizer, Moderna, Sinvoac or what have you that comes out of pharmas give hope to sufferers of Covid-19 and a chance for them to fight it and live to see their families.

Whether it is a conspiracy to kill all humans, so are we all with carbon emissions, greenhouse gases etc. I am no activist but I use plastics carefully and recycle a lot to ensure that the plastic container is on its last leg before I have to bin it.

Life is never easy.

Life is never rosy posy.

Life has its uphill tasks and challenges.

The strong willed survives, the weaker ones languish but hopefully people are around to help them.

I sincerely hope that the meaning of paying forward lives on and that the stronger helps the weaker and together as a society, we bond, regardless of race, language or religion. This is to me, the meaning of life and the evolution of the human race.

Posting Glitch & Life’s Vicissitudes

I am sad.

We start life as a baby, mewing and puking as defined by Shakespeare. I call it the “bud” of life.

We progress on, well described again by Shakespeare in the 7 stages of life.

After going through the last round of surgeries, I thought life would hunker down and give me some peace till the annual pilgrimage to Bates Motel begins in another year. I get 12 monthly reprieves from the Grim Reaper usually.

But this time, it happened very quickly when a routine test for cancers resulted in “changes” that the radiologist “did not like and that it does seem like cancer and on the other hand, it may not be cancer. So I am labelled as indeterminate for cancer” and required a biopsy.

I pleaded with the radiologist to do it that same day not because I was scared of cancer but rather, I have no time to take annual leave and or be away from work again to recuperate. Luckily, the radiologist had the the time to slot me for a biopsy in day surgery the same day.

Biopsy was like a sci fi movie and after camping at the hospital from 8.30am to 4pm, I drove home shell shocked.

It does not matter if one is genetically predisposed or not, cancer is not selective. It takes on anyone or everyone they feel like it.

I have had bad medical news before and have not been as shell shocked as this because I am concerned about the cost of cancer treatment.

The biopsy and loads of images taken, has set me back by SGD3,500.

If indeed I am slapped with Cancer, then this figure is a drop in an ocean of cost.

I am still waiting for test results to deal with what I may potentially now have. Life goes on till the sound of the gong and I will know if “dinner is served” or ” am spared of more treatments”

I am also sad that our Olympic gold medalist Joseph Schooling’s father, Colin Schooling, lost his battle to liver cancer. I know that liver cancer exacts its toll on sufferers very quickly and from mid May/June 21 announcement of late Colin’s diagnosis and how he succumbed to liver cancer on 18 November 21 is a blessing shared by his loved ones as he is now pain free!

Cancer does not care who, as Cancer parks itself wherever, whenever it pleases – the poor, the uber rich, the ugly, the beautiful, the gifted or one with special needs.

Some take cancer in stride, living for the first 5 years from diagnosis to reach a milestone and told possibly cancer free till next block of 5 years.

I know of cancer survivors – at all costs of digging out pennies from everywhere to live for the sake of life.

What is life I questioned self?

I live.

I scrimped and I save for rainy days.

I work hard or rather slave for a job as a means to provide for my living. My only solace is that at least I have decent Lords, not unreasonable Lords who does not micro-manage and let us deliver results we need.

But at the end of the day, I asked self, what is life?

Is it about living a life for others and living a life of no choice as I have to pick up slack where others do not want?

Is it about living a life doing good and yet getting punished by the higher deities as they find me a source of good fun to poke at and levy out suffering?

I really cannot fathom the mysteries of life and what is in store for me, besides, more slicing and dicing or if I am lucky, I can stop living and end it all.

Will I be allowed to live out a natural life or will end it with a dramatic and painful exit?

I also had a posting glitch whereby my pre-planned posts did not auto post at the preset date and time. This caused my perfect non stop posting on WordPress record to be expunged. The couple of thousands blog posts since I started this blog site is now wiped down to 4 days.

Sigh….

Meanwhile I await sentencing from the hospital.

Will I live? If so, for how long?

Will I need to battle cancer? If so, at what cost?

I have not enjoyed life in as far as I know and have lived everyday by doing what is required for my folks or working like a dog or reporting to Bates Motel for annual slicing and dicing.

Seems like I know why I do not believe in any heavenly realm……

Trick or treating continues by the upper deities….their sense of “fun” bemuses me.

I am sad.

Feeling Sad & Reflective At Life

As human beings, I know that we cannot live forever or like the Ever Ready Energizer Bunny – plonk in a new battery and the toy lives on.

I watched a cantonese series called Life On the Life – about the daily lives of Ambulance Men in Hong Kong. Through the producer’s series, I was reminded of the impoverished, striking to lead a better life and struggling to live a life better than they were born with.

In particular I was really enlightened by an ambulance man who had a gambler for a father and lived in sub-divided units that were in squalid conditions, using the toilet as a kitchen as well. How this person overcame poverty to subsist and carry the burden of his father’s gambling debts and got badly burnt by debt collectors who threw Molotov cocktail into the mini bus that he drove to put food on the table for he and his dad.

He never ignored the father nor hated him, instead, the 2 bonded and went through weal and woe to see this chap take on the examination to be an ambulance man when his father regretted seeing his son’s badly burnt back and quit gambling.

I saw how a bunch of recruits became fast friends and how one of them lost his life when a call sent them to the run down flats and the floor beneath them caved. The deceased ambulance man had managed to push the elderly woman to safety and he fell 2 floors door and died from his injuries.

I was really caught in the series as I saw how the Supervisor of this team of ambulance men, suffered the loss of his wife through an accident and the irony of him saving the man who rail roaded his wife to death as he was drunk.

As fate would have it, the drunk driver then suffered a terminal illness and donated his cornea to a doctor who happened to see the 10 year old daughter of the Supervisor almost drowning in the swimming pool. The Supervisor found out only when the late donor’s wife showed up to meet the doctor.

How do we carry the hate and deliver forgiveness?

The Supervisor was devastated when he saw his girlfriend dying in a road accident too and cursed God. A miracle occurs and Lazarus Syndrome happened. His girlfriend has a returned heartbeat.

I teared up watching this 25 episode series of an hour each.

I saw the fragility of life.

I saw friendships.

I saw death of loved ones.

I saw the poorest of the poor living in Hong Kong, picking up cardboard cartons to eke a living and how the Ambulance Men helped the elderly collect the cardboard.

I saw a photographer with dementia called Robinson crying his eyes out when he happened to be in moments of lucidness over the loss of his wife.

I asked self the following questions:-

How will I deal with loss of loved ones?

How will I cope when I am alone, managing the wake and funeral of my elderly parents?

Will I end up dying alone as I am single?

Will I lose my mobility or mental health with age?

Loads of questions that burdens my mind as I do not have answers. I need to plod on as time flies quickly and soon 2021 is out the window.

What holds in 2022? No one knows!

Most importantly, like all Singaporeans, we are worried as to if we have enough savings to match our life span that is getting longer!

This & That And What Ails….

I hate it when part time help is not time sensitive and tells me within an hour of supposed arrival that she is delayed, hour every after hour. I gave up after having the appointment dragged from 11am to 3pm and cancelled. The reason I received was even more alarming as part time help then said her son in law passed away in Philippines. She did not even tell me her daughter was married!

I find people using death flippantly as an excuse. I do not mean any disrespect to any nationality but I tend to get this from people of 2 particular countries. It would seem that monthly, they would lose a relative through death. People around them in their home countries would be suddenly dropping dead, pre-covid 19 times when something is required of them to be done. If it was Covid-19 it would make sense but it is not and it is just wrong to do so!

If it was a genuine death, I would be deeply saddened but to have a family member dying monthly and on days of special requests for work to be done, seems to stretch my compassion or empathy a bit.

I also find it so weird that when Mr Nice told me he visited a mutual friend’s late father’s wake (age 93 years old) and I texted a note of condolence out of respect and care, this mutual friend immediately sent me a photo of the obituary and expected me to pay my respects and offer condolence monies. How presumptuous!

I had to apologise and explained that I had just been discharged from hospital and that my hands are heavily bandaged – basically I could not attend wakes, more so during Covid-19 it was not quite suitable for me to do so. I did not get a reply for me to say thanks and or for me to take care too. It felt to me, that since I was not going to the wake, he was not too bothered to reply.

Strange! I am unsure in your country if marriages or funeral attendances require you to gift monies but here in Singapore, it is customary to do so and recover their expenses for either the wedding or funeral.

Personally, I cannot attend anything “red” or “black” events as these are taboo for me – I get very ill when I attend such events and have refrained since as a child. So, I avoid it like the plague or in today’s new normal, avoid it like Covid-19!

My cousins too are not nice folks as one particular cousin is town crier for deaths in the clan and honestly we do not know these clan members and hardly have dealings with them. But once anyone of them drops dead or produces a grandson or child or great grand niece or heck who cares if it is the grand poobah of the clan, this Town Crier, will immediately look for my mum to milk her of a couple of hundred dollars. I did not mind this when my parents are younger and nimble on their feet to go about but with Covid-19 and mum having spinal issues and walking becomes hard, I worry for her safety.

I baulked when Town Crier hijacked my mum and made my mum pay for taxi fare back and forth so that my mum can “generously” donate to the death proceedings of an unknown clan member.

It infuriated me so much that one day I looked up the Town Crier and strictly told her to stop doing it. The whole village can die for all I care – this same village did not bother to visit my mum when she had major heart surgery. Nor did any one in the clan visit my dad when he was also very ill. I sat alone in the critical care area as my dad was in ICU, waiting in the dead of night till I could heave a sigh of relief.

I am not being mean. But I feel that the issue with death, births and marriages have become a lucrative means for people to show off lavish funerals or celebrations for keeping up with “face” and hoping to milk well wishers for monies through “gifts” of cash.

This is why I have adopted a from the freezer to the BBQ pit when it is time for me and my parents to leave this earthly realm. Actually for me, I will be in the freezer for 3 years as I opted to be a silent mentor to a medical school.

It simply riles me when a deeply meaningful event is trifled with for economic gain, useful excuse to get out of work or used for wrong reasons.

It is simply not right! Not respectful! This is how I feel.

10 Things Your Dog Would Tell You

A true ode from a dog to its owner…

1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful: remember that before you get me.
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
3. Place your trust in me- it is crucial to my well being.
4. Do not be angry at me for long, and do not lock me up as punishment.
5. You have your work, your entertainment,and your friends. I only have you.
6. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understands your words, I understand your voice when it is speaking to me.
7. Be aware that how ever you treat me, I will never forget.
8. Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could easily hurt you, but I choose not to bite you because I love you.
9. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I might not be getting the right food, or I have been out too long, or my heart is getting too old and weak.
10. Take care of me when I get old; you too will grow old. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say: “I cannot bear to watch” or “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for me if you are there, even my death.

2 Chinese Sayings…..

I am Singaporean, from Lil Red Dot, but my ethnicity is labelled as “Chinese” though I am not from mainland China. I am born and bred in Singapore or I fondly call, my Lil Red Dot.

My paternal grandfather was an immigrant from China. No one knows from which province or state in China, just China. He married a local Singaporean woman. I never saw or met him as he passed when he was very young, leaving my father to his own devices to survive.

My maternal grandparent was one that I did see and visit weekly with my mum. Unfortunately, my maternal grandfather passed when he was young after marrying my grandma, leaving her a widow at a young age with a brood of children. I never met my maternal grandpa and am told that they were immigrants, from Indonesia.

So when I use the phrase, “a Chinese saying”, it is literally a generic thing that we locals use to quote the historical teachings of philosophy to make sense of things.

I share a few and we can giggle, laugh or ponder the imponderables about it.

Every household has a difficult prayer book

It is true that each household has it silent issues and problems. Each household is unique but the stories when shared are similar. Alcoholics, addicts, gamblers, struggling to make ends meet, illnesses, struggling to pass examinations, womanisers for spouses and the list goes on.

If you can pick it up, you must also learn to let it go

This old adage teaches me about letting go of things that hurt me or caused me to hurt. It tries to tell me that forgiveness will release me from the anger and frustrations that come with the “thing” – my only 2 grouses of work lords and MR EX:-

Work Lords, also known as Bosses from Hell – I have had my fair share of them; Scorpion King topped the list with the least knowledged of empathy, compassion, kindness or gratefulness. I will never forget the life’s lessons he taught me.

Electrical Lord is another moron that I have learnt things from – good things i.e. to take photos of things so that it becomes a item to follow up from e.g during site inspections, what is broken or requires fixing. I find this useful for me when at work and at home.

As I matured, I learnt to toss out Lords that I find no joy in working with. The minute I find them dubious, unkind and taking me for a slave, I vote with my feet.

As for MR EX, he is or was the only person that I thought was genuinely kind, compassionate and with a heart of gold. I was oh so very wrong.

There were 2 personaes and it took me a while to see a money grabbing man with a huge streak of womanising in him. He used his wiley charms to get what he wants, uses and dumps.

I was useful as I had specific things he required. Economically and exposure to the Dukes and Duchess of Yore.

MR EX would always sell his story of rags to riches to the outside world of wheeling and dealing. But to me, he was always a down and out guy, trying to so hard to make ends meet.

One word, liar! But that is him. I am very glad that I did not marry him as after the wedding proposal, he found instant wealth in a lady who had a dying sibling with a business to be handed over on a silver plate. You see, I had none! I only had Garfields, my inanimate furballs and to me, each of them is priceless.

A friend sent me a video clip of a famous Buddhist Monk in Taiwan who gave teachings to audiences and I enjoyed his 5 minutes of wisdom. I do not know his name, but when I forwarded the clip in Mandarin to Neighbor, she replied and told me, this Monk is famous in Taiwan and has a huge following.

I will never be able to get onto the echelons of wisdom as this man. I am still a work in progress, like every human being.

I wish to believe that in each of us, there is a kind and loving person inside that is lost or is afraid to be depicted for fear of weakness.

I was also told that even in hardcore murderers, they have kindness too.

But the honest truth is, as a work in progress, I am not a saint and am not in line to be canonized anytime soon as it is hard work to strive and be that being.

Neighbor is nearer to being a good being as her generosity and kindness has shown me how to be kind and caring to others. Her concept of sharing food is a good one and I understand where she is coming from. She loves to cook but unfortunately, no one appreciates her cooking and she gets motivated when she sees me eating and enjoying her food with gusto.

So the moral for me is, spend time to see the good in people.

Spend time to stop and say thank you.

Spend time to stop and smell the roses and remember that I am alive…at least for today as tomorrow is another day, another battle, another bucket load of issues to handle.

Have a wonderful weekend all.

A Feel Good Post

Just a beautiful story , well worth reading : One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. ‘Really?’ she heard whispered. ‘I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!’ and, ‘I didn’t know others liked me so much,’ were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in
Vietnam and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. ‘Were you Mark’s math teacher?’ he asked. She nodded: ‘yes.’ Then he said: ‘Mark talked about you a lot.’

After the funeral, most of Mark’s former classmates went together to a luncheon. Mark’s mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

‘We want to show you something,’ his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket ‘They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.’

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Mark’s classmates had said about him.

‘Thank you so much for doing that,’ Mark’s mother said. ‘As you can see, Mark treasured it.’

All of Mark’s former classmates started to gather around. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, ‘I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home.’

Chuck’s wife said, ‘Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album.’

‘I have mine too,’ Marilyn said. ‘It’s in my diary’

Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. ‘I carry this with me at all times,’ Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: ‘I think we all saved our lists’

That’s when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don’t know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

Question Of Do We Mourn Loved Ones Or Celebrate Their Lives?

I am admittedly different in thinking as I age. I used to see things as they are and left it at that. It is either black or white, but as I develop in mind maturity, I see grey areas and I also begin to understand that we all have decisions to do what we want and not be dictated by societal norms.

No, I am not asking all to be social deviants or start protesting in a march or making things difficult for others. But I ask for discernment and how to assess things.

I started with the thought of mourning loved ones when they pass. I hate funerals. In my entire life, I have only been to my grandmother’s and that was it. I avoid funerals.

I do not do it out of disrespect for the dead but I asked self, if you value the person when alive, is there a need to show the outside world that you cared for this person?

Funerals – and I do not mean any disrespect to the dead and their families but I find it filled with so much pretense and “show off”

In the chinese culture, a lavish and grand send off tells your families, friends and acquaintances of how rich and good one is in doing the right thing for the dead.

“Right thing?”

Will the final journey of a “right thing” wrong the avoidance, lack of care or daily visits or providing for the dead?

I have seen how families fight at funerals over the expenses. Chinese operas, feasting, gambling of mahjong at wakes or doing show and tell….but in life were horrid to their loved ones.

I am not the best of daughter to my elderly parents. I blast them for not listening to my advice and they get into trouble with health or have a fall or miss medication and feel unwell.

But I do it not out of malice but out of love and prevention is better than cure mindset.

I make the time and effort to take them for their unending medical appointments, queue and get their medications, do what they tell me to do for them.

I cry each time quietly in the night to myself as I know the journey of life will end over time.

I will not see them as I age and I will be all alone in this cold world that Garfield only keeps me warm with his inanimate hugs. Outside of work for keeps, social work and caring for my 2 seniors, I have nothing.

When they undergo surgeries or are hospitalised I am at my sharpest wit to do battle with whatever comes my way.

So, as I mourn them daily, I prefer to celebrate their life when it is time for them to pass.

The longer one lives, the more one will outlive usefulness I feel.

With all my medical ailments, I am already 70 years at age 28 years old. I should have died at the operating table, but unfortunately, I lived.

I have an annual “staycation” at Bates Motel with White Coats and Florence Nightingales. I make friends with the butler who comes to serve me my meals, the chef who cooks it and the CEO who collects my payment.

I have learnt to make the best of things, out of the worst of things.

Life is about living and dying and dying is about living.

One has to live to die and one who dies, have lived.

I prefer to celebrate life, the legacy one leaves behind – the good deeds, the errors of their ways and a perchance meeting in the next life if my karma is not fulfilled and ripened.

In my own mind, I keep telling self this is my last journey and my karma must end as I do not wish to be reborn to go through samsara again. Enough!

I have seen ugliness of family, work bosses, colleagues and how people can be, including lovers or potential spouses.

I chose to be single because I could not find the right Prince Charming as the bugger got lost without GPS and we never met.

I chose to be single because if one has gone through my childhood and life, they will never want to bring another life into this world to go through the same. Government must realise why people do not want kids but prefer furkids. I do not blame couples like these.

I will have no one to mourn me when I am quite dead and gone. But I hope that somewhere, someone may just clink a glass and celebrate my life.

Sometimes, out of the blue people will text me and say they thought of me. I liked that very much, thank you!

So, would you mourn the loss of a loved one or celebrate their life?

No right or wrong answer.

No unfilial deeds.

Just me, being practical and do things within my conscience. I am not one to pretend to wail, beat with my fists to chests and bawl my eyes out only in the presence of others.

I prefer to drop my nightly silent tears as I remember that my parents will not be with me until I die or likely if I go first before them. Hmmmm….

Miffy Poses & Miya Tales #62 (Final Tribute To Miya)

Ms Feisty cremated Miya and showed us the little container that is now the new home of Miya.

Rest in peace Miya…27 June 2021

Life started for Miya as a small little furball. How quickly she grew up, outgrowing Miffy.

This is my tribute to the life of Miya with Ms Feisty.

She was cute, so full of character and life. She made the funniest poses and indulged Ms Feisty to give great fun photos to share with me.

Miya was the only cat that begged for food