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A Glimpse Of Geylang

Geylang is reknowned as a redlight district in lil red dot.

Vice or sex trade is not condoned here but this is best “contained” here.

Quite funny to see street walkers disappear when police cars patrol and reappear once they leave.

Roads are divided into Lorongs and it is in a grid system with even numbers on drivers’ left and uneven numbers in drivers’ right.
Lorong is malay word for “alleys” or street.

Street walkers are segregated by nationalities. Yes, sadly foreigners come here to ply their trade.

We have mainland Chinese, Filipinas and Indians (*used to ply Desker Road with transvestites )

But the government has been slowly cleaning up Geylang and conservation of old shop houses.

Businessmen have opened restaurants and eateries here.

They are trying to bring in home owners.  But fact is, these owners lease out property for sex trade and mixed with genuine home owners, it is bad for resale of property prices.

Today I explored Geylang. It houses Buddhist temples, Buddhist Centres that serve free meals for anyone, free TCM clinics to serve marginalised poor in need of help.

Quite a hodge podge of culture as foreigners bring their identity and culture with them, best expressed in the food they serve.

Yes, Geylang is now getting popular for durians, rambutans, grill food, No Sign Board Restaurant chain is also here.


A Bird In Hand, One Flew Over Cuckoo’s Nest & 3rd Came To Roost

I have put my paw print🐾🐾 on one job offer and will start work in June. 

But Pricier Bird flew by and after 3 rounds of dancing about, I am sure Pricier Bird has flown over this cuckoo’s nest.

As if like kittie below chewing salad, I gave the same facial expression. Bahh! Waste of time. It was a try….aah well.

Then Medical Bird decided to roost. As I was going for round 3 with Pricier Bird, Medical Bird asked me for a meet up this morning.

Medical Bird has the same verbosity as Electrical Lord and I shuddered. I do not know if he is equally abusive and if hours are long drawn.

I suspect it would be as he has a chain of close to 15 clinics and he seeks a head honcho to oversee his business by 2020 when he fully hands off!

It will be communicative styles of Electrical Lord, whereby I eat potatoes and he sups on rice!

I am never afraid of hardwork but I dislike unreasonableness or lack of empathy and compassion.

I will not know till I am in and I worry if I want this.

Tomorrow is round 2 with Medical Bird at 10am. At least he conducts business differently than EL who is a gas bag and a night owl who sleeps at dawn and expect us to work from dawn to wee hours of the witching hours.

I need beauty sleep….a good boss that is kindly and understanding.

Probably as extinct as T Rex?!😊


And So The Story Goes #63


Some years back, Mr Ex and I met for a cuppa…it actually transcended into a long drawn investigation of some lovely delicate eateries along the back street of where Dan Ryan’s Restaurant was located long Tanglin Road.

It so happened that tea we had at a quaint little store (* they seriously had scones and jam served in lovely Elizabethan chinaware) displayed giant tea cups.

Silly me whose mind always wander to new realms started muttering to self that those teacups were really huge and great! 

I told Mr EX that I could bring that into the meeting room with Board Members and it will be filled with iced tea!

Gee, to fill that cup, it must at least hold 50 glasses or more!

I started talking to self that I will stick straws into it and slurp on it as meetings were always long drawn.

By showing up with this gigantic tea cup, it will be my silent protest that screamed “hey guys, long windedness really”

[Someone once sent me a tweet that lil red dot’s parliament sitting took 4 hours and some minutes! The whole of lil red dot’s business done in  4 hours and if I compared it to days of yore with Electrical Lord and current Dragon Lady’s meetings, it can languish into 12 hours! The wee hours of the morning attracts these blood sucking vampires! LOL!]

Being the always attentive one, Mr EX walked to the counter and asked the cashier if he could buy it for me. My mutterings caught his attention and he wanted to make me happy.

The cashier said “unfortunately not” as it formed the store’s display.

But she gamely told him that they bought it from the store called “Barang Barang” at Tanglin Mall (*this store selling home decor and furnishings has since moved out of Tanglin Mall)

Tanglin Mall was about 10 minutes walk away and Mr EX immediately took off on his hunt to get me that cup, after telling me to slowly finish my tea and sit at the tea shop to wait for his return.

This is a trait that I will always remember of Mr EX. 

He may be a dope or a moron at times, but sometimes, these little mindful things or rather I call mindless things amuse me.

If I had known my self mutterings would matter, then I would have muttered blue or pink diamonds LOL! I could hock it at the nearest pawnshop and take the money for useful things LOL!

Anyway, lo and behold he returned with a huge carton box containing the tea cup in the picture above.

For size contrast, I dangled my Garfield over it to show perspective of size.

No, the dream of mine did not happen as surgery happened and I cannot carry heavy things. With so much volume of iced tea, the tea cup will be very heavy!

Today it sits on Mum’s table whereby she has filled it with earth to plant her favorite houseplant – money plant.

Yes, Mr EX is fun at times. 

He awes me with silliness and tries to make my days interesting and his too, as he dabbles into my lunacy.

It is good to have fun and laugh and as I look back, the tea cup cost him almost $60 I later found out, it was a kind gesture of his and for which, I must be grateful.

Does this mean I will be nicer to him? Hmm….I think not!

Afterall, I am his muse and he, mine LOL!

*A photo I thought I had lost. I had posted this earlier but was re-prompted to write this after I read Scifihammy’s post at the teacup she had.

Do visit her blog sites as I enjoy the flora and fauna of her garden tales and especially of her dog, Little Monkey

For me the teacup holds a funny story πŸ˜‰

 And so the story goes…..


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A Day In Lil Red Dot For Me

As I drove to work this morning, as usual I would be thinking of things. 

It is one of those times that my brain goes on auto pilot for driving and starts chugging on other things.

I reflected on Round 3 with Pricier Bird yesterday. 

I felt it went relatively okay, though I was not too sure if I had impressed the partner of the firm I was assigned to meet. He is one of two partners of the firm.

I was grilled on a couple of issues and I answered based on whatever knowledge I had. 

I was given the topic of what would I need to do for example for an EU Trade Pact with Russia and Singapore.

The session took about 45 minutes and when we parted ways, he asked if I had met the other partner and in my heart, I could hear my silent voice screaming ” oh gawd….is there a round 4″ – sheesh the wooing is taking a tad longer. 

I had already done my song and dance. I had wooed like no other. What other tricks would they expect of me?

Should I pose for them? My favorite pose below I could adopt?

Hmm…I wonder if this was meant to be? 

We shall see. 

He did say they will let me know in a couple of days’ time.

The news was on the radio as I continued on my route and I learnt of 2 fires yesterday; one was a fire at an incompleted construction site of one of the campuses of Indian International School that left 2 foreign workers, trapped on a gondola many storeys high. 

Thankfully, they were safely rescued, though they suffered sooty blacksmoke inhalation.

The other fire was a smallish one at Changi International Airport Terminal 2 – fire broke out in an air conditioned equipment room. 

To ensure it was not an act of terrorism, all flights were delayed and pushed to Terminal 3 and passengers were evacuated. 

Flights coming in had passengers disembarking on the tarmac. It is good that our safety standards are high as terrorists has struck many airports. We are on perennial heightened alert!

Glenn Ong the radio deejay was as always making me laugh. I was glad as my commute is a long one.

He had stepped out of the studio for a toilet break and the rest of the deejays, Flying Dutchman had a caller who called in to ask if the deejays would all go out and do a deed of kindness for an entire month and let fans run the radio station. *Me thinks this will cause havoc!! LOL!

The good deed the caller wanted was for all of them to help the elderly persons push the heavy carts of collected discarded card boxes for sale to earn income. ” Help them carry and push these card boxes to their homes or to wherever they sold it for income”

When Glenn Ong returned, the rest of the deejays did a mickey on him by saying the caller asked for Glenn Ong to do it!  

I laughed so loud. 

I love the hilarious synergy of this team on 91.3FM. They are my driving companions on radio.

As I stopped to get gas from Exxon Mobil, I met the usual elderly pump assistant, Mr Pump Guy.

 He is always having a ready smile for me when he sees me and immediately whipped out his wallet to pass me an $8 petrol voucher and quickly said we try to pump $60 into my car’s tank. He successfully did, doing it really slowly.

“Remember this month only, as the other gas station is undergoing renovation” – his toothless smile I will always remember. 

 Last month, the same kind Mr Pump Guy kept coupons for me to redeem free bowls of spaghetti for every $40 worth of gas pumped.

I would always give him the time of day to chat a bit as I have 15 minutes grace time before reaching my work destination. To him, I was a joy to his mundane morning.

I am so blessed to have the graciousness of Mr Pump Guy. 

He need not give me the vouchers but he did. 

For this,  I am grateful.

Reaching the office is never fun and I am eagerly counting down the days till I bid farewell.

Time for coffee…..

The entire team is leaving and I was frankly surprised as I thought I was the only one feeling the lousy attitude of DL and Ms Bare Midriff.

It seems they all felt it and chose to vote with their feet too. My existence there made them feel better and once this mad Garfield hugging loon was leaving, they decided to follow suit.

I never knew I had positively impacted their lives, albeit in such a short time.

Meanwhile, I just received another call to meet another entity this Friday….yet another bird in the bushπŸ˜ƒ





Round 3….Pricier Bird

Tonight I will meet with the Pricier Bird. All this wooing about, is really taking a toll as I have to play a cat and mouse game with DL to get out of her land.

I am unsure how many more rounds will I have to go through, before I can sight an offer in hand or the pricier bird being clutched in my palm.

But thankfully, Pricier Bird is kind to allow me to trot over after office hours. This shows flexibility in their approach towards minion.

I am unsure about the rest of the world, but in our lil red dot, the call from our Supreme Leader is to be adept, adapt to change and accept the new economy. Work methods, work styles are changing, this is in tandem with technological advancements.

The biggest downfall to DL is her lack of ability to change nor embrace new management styles to match the changing times.

DL fails to acknowledge Gen X, Gen Y, Strawberry Generation or millennials. DL is oblivious to the way these minions think or react. Style, tone and mannerism must be able to accommodate and match the mindsets of these minions.

I am heeding the call of our Supreme Leader. I have adapted and changed, swopping from industries that were once boom town Charlies to waning performances when the oil prices fell.

Marine and shipping also went downhill.

Electrical Lord was in retail and today, retail sector is suffering with poor sales. Departmental Stores in US, UK have shuttered and I silently pray that my favorite Marks and Spencer will not bow out of lil red dot.

It was bad enough that we lost an almost 100 year old department store, John Littles, to E Commerce.

Times change, people change and climates change.

I need to constantly change and remain relevant, else I become obsolete and displaced.

I must never become like DL in character, style or manner – I must treat people with empathy, compassion and genuine interest in their well being.

I sincerely hope I stand an opportunity with Pricier Bird.

Meanwhile, Bird in Hand is sealed.



It is hard to walk away from family. 

No religion teaches this nor any well meaning person does this!

But if I don’t, my sanity may go and or I will suffer major illnesses.

I suffer from an autoimmune disorder, amongst other ailments.

My rheumatologist and immunologist has often asked me years ago if I am under extreme stress. Stress sparks my disorder.

I lied. 

But deep in the depths of my heart or stomach as Asians would say, I knew that what my siblings and own father did to me, left me dumbfounded.

I asked self if I was indeed their blood child. Regrettably I was. That was not an excuse I could use to explain their behaviour towards me.

Jealously? Probably as they expected me to be down and out on the streets when they chased me out of a home. I was like dust which refused to go away.

Like a pariah, I walked out with a suitcase of the clothes I had. 

All my other things were left behind and I knew sis scavanged and took what was left. Earthly things did not bother me as I can always buy once am back on my feet.

Within a year of leaving the home, I worked furiously to amass wealth. Survival instincts kicked in and if survivor series was available back then, I would do well to forage for food 

The pressures of life caught up with me and I landed up in hospital.

As the doctors unravelled my illness, I was left like a guinea pig to be given biopsies etc.

When the diagnosis finally concluded, they pronounced my death sentence. As usual, nothing can be done. 

Years have past. I continue my physical fight. I beat the odds to live. But my mental fight is waning.

I need both mental and physical health to tackle life.

I gave up on religion and I have cursed God for whatever HE has given me. I have been pious. I tried to be a God fearing person.

But I no longer fear God as God to me, is a creation of man to seek comfort and solace. I still seek a plausible reason for life’s lemons.

I am beyond that.

The trials I have undergone have not given me meaning and sense. The only lesson I learnt is that blood does not make a family.

What makes a family is empathy, compassion, being there for one another when needed. Friendship and love. These were non existent.

Instead I faced verbal abuse, threats of physical violence from both my bro and father. They wanted me out of the house 

I have kept my promise throughout, regardless of how difficult family made it for me.

I did not fail as they expected. A large part of them felt I should die. This way, I am a nuisance out of their way.

It will be a hard journey ahead as I walk away with my back facing them. In my parents’ declining years to lose my support is sad to me.

I know bro will never return to lil red dot to care for them permanently and neither will he spare change to provide for them. 

His Lizard would never approve as he is beholden to her and her family in HK being their money bags.

As for sis, she is too engrossed in life in NZ and always putting her son first to care about her parents. She has often told me to dump them in an old folks home. That is her duty as a child practising filial piety. 

She did not attend her mum in law’s funeral as she saw no need to do so as her son is pivotal.

I doubt she will offer to pay the hefty fees for our parents’ old folks home stay. 

Plus the conditions in our old folks home is not the standard of NZ or developed countries. 

We lag behind in this and that is why I furiously volunteer to help seniors to get policy makers to improve. We are getting there, but not quite just yet.

Too many lemons really….


Harmony Is A Word I Cannot Fathom

I go through much of life without much harmony. 

Ironic right? 

I laugh because it is better than crying.

I laugh to forget the things in life I go through.

I laugh to remind self that it is okay for my brother to shout and say I am the curse of the family.

Ok…I know that my siblings and I are not hunky dory. We have family politics.

Dad dotes on elder sis and youngest bro. I felt it and whatever I was deprived of, was made up by mum to me. Of course bro and sis despised my mum for caring about me.

Of course this angered bro, sis and dad. So, believe it or not, I was ousted from family home after college. 

Life goes on. I have a family name but I kid you not, I have no family.

Now that bro lives in HK with his partner I fondly call Lizard and sis moved to NZ, dad has no one to rely on but yours truly.

Still, I am as bro shouted at me today “a curse” when he showed up at their home when I visited.

Bro does not appreciate all the sacrifices I made in life and I personally blame this on dad for fuelling the politics.

Despite being thrown out of the family home at a young age, my dad did not bother if I had food or money to survive on. Neither did my siblings. I was blessed for 2 church friends who provided me with food.

Those were my hardest years as I worked many jobs to earn enough to put downpayment on a smallish unit and not worry about where I live.

I forgave them for what they did to me and stood in to tend to dad if he fell ill as neither of his 2 preferred children bothered.

Lo and behold when I popped in to see mum and dad, bro showed up from HK to pick a fight. I had demanded an apology from him for all his deeds and he refused. 

To him, I was a curse to the family and that all the suffering I went through was made up and existed only in my mind.

A shouting match ensued and I relived the ugly politics as dad as usual took his preferred child’s side.

Labor Day and I made a decision. Enough is enough. Since bro wanted me classified as mental and evil, so be it.

Family may be classified as blood related but certainly all my life, my bro nor sis has treated me as family.

I am family only when there to pay for things.

I am family only when things happen and no one knows how to resolve.

I am family only when needed.

So…there you have it folks. The reason why I laugh.

Life has given me lemons. Huge painful lemons but each lemony item, I mask with laughter.

Only those closest can hurt me and the emotional scars left by my dad, bro and sis are deepest and ugliest.

Harmony…..I come from the same tree as my siblings yet why am I treated like a plague my entire life?

So much for a loving family as I assure you I have none.

Maybe I am mental.

Maybe I am a curse.

Maybe I should not continue to be a part of a family that does not want me?

I do not regret walking out of this family. 

As I told mum and dad, I have no family and walked out.

I wished them well and sincerely hope that dad’s 2 preferred children will tend to them when in need.



Labor Day In Lil Red Dot

Our lil red dot will face higher unemployment as we re-invigorate is the prime message that rings to my ears from my supreme leader.

This is true as industries re-invent selves to face new challenges.

Shipping, oil and gas have all taken a beating.

What seems to be thriving is quite clear – food! Cooked food….small wonder for our lil foodie nation.

We also have a bad habit that is fast becoming an ugly trait of Singaporeans. Sadly our attitudes of “chope” (*colloqual language to mean “reserved”) by placing umbrellas, tissue packets or company security cards on lanyards at empty tables at hawker centers or food courts as people go buy food.

This means that people who do not use this habit are left wandering with food trays without places to sit.

Things came to a head when an elderly gent tried to sit and have his meal, he was berated and shoved by a young couple. This went viral as irate netizens post it on internet.

I felt for the elderly gent. What if he was my parent? Or me, as I cannot manage standing too long carrying a steaming hot bowl of noodles.

This is one reason why I do not eat at hawker centers. Besides the crowds and me being a germ magnet😣, I usually send a colleague to take away food or I zip in get my food and zip off.

Yes, May Day….for us underlings it is pimarily to find good stable employment.

Ok…ok well it is almost near impossible to find a good boss these days. They may be as extinct as the wooly mammoth!

Labor Day started slow for me as I waddled out of my pigeon hole to get a haircut.

Breakfast was a non affair over coffee, tea and biscuits whilst I read the doom and gloom.

The Orange Buffoon’s report card for 100 days in office was released. It seems it is too soon to judge but it was nice he called our PM Lee last night to re-affirm ties. Our lil red dot needs all the connectivity of the world to prosper. There is hope yet!

More doom and gloom as a fire fighter, taxi driver, passenger and a passer by suffered first degree burns when a burning taxi exploded. Thank goodness no one died. Sad! I hope they all recover fast.

Meanwhile HK is celebrating 20 years of return to China. Younger Hong Kongers are really unhappy with their Legco as there is no autonomy and HK has lost its glory since leaving British rule. Yes, internal unhappiness is clear as young protesters have been taking to the streets to show their unhappiness.

So as I sit and wait for my turn to have my mop of hair trimmed, I write my post….time is money and I need to be productive and efficient, seizing every minute of my glorious May Day where I am free of work.

Onward ho after this to mum and dad to spend precious time😊

Happy Labor Day folks!😊


An Experience I Will Not Forget

I am admittedly directionally challenged. Please laugh….it is ohhh so very true!

The best of GPS systems will not get me to places as I am clueless on distance or directions. North, South, East or West or mere cardinal points. It does not mean much to me πŸ˜‰

For example, GPS advises me to turn in 300 meters. 

πŸ€”Hmm…300m…even in feet or yards, I am a duffer for anything in spatial sense.

I will panic and turn at first turning. It is always wrong!

Lost!! Hopelessly lost! HA!

So, my trips always warrant detailed Sherlock Holme’s type investigation.

I will use google map, print it and study the route.

I will need to recce before my appointed meeting and together with GPS hunt down the venue.

Yesterday’s meeting went the same way to get to S Man and meeting his head honcho.

Good news is, I can progress to round 2!! Yippe ka yeah as Bruce Willis of Die Hard series would say!

As if like the legendary Ali or Tyson, I have a fair chance to jab at the job pot.

I was told there may be 3 rounds. 

I must dance like a butterfly, sting like a bee before (*as American slang 101 would say) I can whoop ass!! Ha ha!

I will silently bow head and pray to all gods, deities or great forces or find a genie or Aladdin’s lamp! I must excel.

And now my harrowing experience….whilst driving home from the boondocks, my car suddenly froze with engine still running on the road and though my car acclerated and rev needle of car went, my car stood still.

Thankfully I had taken the innermost lane and as it rolled to the road shoulder and I started calling for help.

This is on the most busiest freeway and 10 minutes away from my home.

I thanked the gods as I could have been rammed behind and my neck and spine would shatter and screws, implants would come asunder.

Mr Car Man was fantastic. He has become good friends with me and was the head honcho of my car’s manufacturer.

He taught me to turn off the engine and restart the engine. This will allow my car to drive and that I was to slowly drive home safely. Apparently this was a trigger by German technology to get me off the road to safety and not take the car further lest I be stranded in worst situation.

He knew of my spinal condition. With me standing by the road was not ideal for me, whilst waiting for tow truck.

Lo and hehold, the car started and moved as I acclerated and made it home in one piece.

Within an hour, tow truck came and in another hour, Mr Car Man brought me another car. Being the thoughtful man he is, he put bottled water in the cup holders and personally sent me the car.

He would then grab a taxi to go home after sending me the replacement car to enable me to work this weekend plus labor day weekend. 

More importantly he knew I had to use the car for a hospital appointment plus mobility for me during labor day weekend.

I could not allow him at 9.30pm to look for a cab and without dinner like me, working to make my life easier.

Whilst waiting for him, I quickly bought him a bowl of noodles (*he replied it was comfort food) – from a famous stall at Newton hawker center, selling mince meet pork noodles!

I am blessed by the kindness of Mr Car Man as he went over and beyond in duties to make a difference to my life 😊

Thank you Mr Car ManπŸ€—πŸ€—


Quotable Quote

“Trees grow upwards and outwards” – uttered by a character called Chairman Lao who rides a mobility scooter to zip across the neighborhood.

When I heard this quote in a local drama sitcom, “Meet The MP”, I thought to myself and laughed.

The issue on hand were 2 squabbling neighbors living in government housing.

One is an elderly lady who encroached on public corridors and lift landing of her unit by creating a jungle like feel.

Her neighbor is an equally elderly gent who tried to outbeat her by hoarding items next to her. His favorite items hoarded were Hello Kitty dolls! *ha ha luckily it was not Garfields.

The area MP was tasked to resolve the conflict. He used this quotation and it worked.

Elderly gent agreed to resolve his hoarding if MP gets Elderly woman to remove the forest.

Hence the quotation taught the MP that the plants needed more space and the solution was to empower the Elderly Lady with greening a community garden and making her the Chairperson.

Happy ending and who was to expect that the two at loggerheads could become friends.

Thursday…..2 more days to weekend as I have to work Saturday and have snarled at Ms Bare Midriff today.

She got my goat! Mathematically challenged Ms Bare Midriff did not understand how payroll is done despite calling self an accountant.

She thinks payroll calculates itelf and that we did not need a software.

Moron! 😈

Meanwhile, I might as well calculate my calories to cheer self up!