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The Eve Of Friday

I ended Thursday evening work at 7pm with a fouled up mood as Mr Dishonest was trying to insist that all staff attending the Christmas Party planned MUST wear the Company shirt.

Who died and made him a Lord?

Staff sampled shared that for Pete’s sake it is Christmas….why can’t they wear something Christmassy?!

To cut the long story short he was just being an asinine turd.

He snapped and threatened me, accusing me of “trying to get rid of him” and I am to “watch out” because I would not do his bidding!

His conscience is pricking him as he is afterall, Mr Dishonest.

I feel that with dishonest people or a stronger word such as “corrupt people,” they cannot be so lucky to escape the long arm of the law 100% of the time.

I am hoping that by giving him a long rope, in time he can use it to hang himself – metaphorically of course!

Whoever “suspects” him of “corrupt” practices, he will seek to eradicate.

He is now planning to eradicate his minion who spoke under oath in court what he heard or saw. Mr Dishonest does not like his minion now.

So the politics with him has begun for me.

Everyone I spoke to, knew of some form of act or other that Mr Dishonest allegedly did.

My wish is for Mr Dishonest to wise up and change or be “caught” by the law maker and be prosecuted.

Meanwhile, he has threatened me to “watch out” which means, he seeks to eradicate him as I do not do his bidding.

The last time I checked, I report to Eunuch and not Mr Dishonest.

I pity him as he must lead such a sad life, suspicious of everyone, thinking everyone is out to “remove him”

Clean and clear conscience is wise and best practice.

Live not in the fear of one’s own shadow is my take.

May Mr Dishonest turn over a new leaf but if at age 62 he cannot change then it will be hard to get a leopard to change his spots!


Moral Of The Story


Pledge…Not Lemon Pledge

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Move Aside Brexit Woes, The Queen Is In Charge!

Ms May has alot on her hands with Brexit.

So to share a laugh with UK, let’s defer to the Queen. She rocks!!

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As Christmas Nears, I Do Nothing Christmassy…

As Christmas nears, I do nothing Christmassy as I lost the Christmas spirit when it became grossly commercialized over time.

Hand made gifts were not appreciated. Though I admit that I am not a credible crafts person in any form. I don’t bang needles to create sweaters or do lovely handiwork stuff. Besides, sweaters are not useful when lil red dot has 365 days of sweltering 33C to 34C temperatures.

I will not mind receiving pillow cases, home made of course as I have 12 pillows on my bed, one that is right sized for my inanimate furball Garfield of course. He sits on a ” throne” of his own!

I used to race to Cold Storage to order Turkey and cold cuts for Christmas dinner for mum, dad and I or any visiting sibling who chooses to sashay by.

But Turkey meat is hard and not suitable to Asian palates when compared to our infamous chicken rice style of chicken. Give my folks a plump, tender, juicy chicken that is simmered in its broth anytime.

Besides, these days, most if not all eateries stay open during the Christmassy period to ring in the tills and so, there are no issues to find street food. I will not go near hotels for now as they have sharpened their pricing to charge close to $200 per head for dinner and usually it tastes bad as it is chop! Chop! Serve, eat and shoo! I got to sell another slot!

Ok, I saw the Man In White Coat and I am not doing well in the foot. Thankfully not in the head. My marbles in the head are intact thankfully.

So, the Man In White Coat (*Actually he was in scrubs, purple scrubs) said that the crack is clearly there and he is worried that if I do more walking and other strenuous or sports activities, the fissure can continue to crack.

I got another week of hospitalization leave and he gave me a strongly worded letter to my Lord to ensure I do not work so hard LOL!

But, seriously, I have to be back at work tomorrow onwards as so much to do.

I will behave as I need to ensure the fracture line does not extend itself.

So much for shopping with a vengeance during the yuletide season.

Guess I will rest on the cool marble floor on Christmas eve, Christmas day and bounce back to work to close the year 2018! Not with a bang, but with a moan, a whimper and some lots of laughs!


How Men Interpret


Alphabets Doth Doctors Make


Cold Hard Truths About Christmas….

Of course this is the Christmas tree the people from Land Down Under need when Christmas is in Summer!


A new take on the nativity scene I suppose!

So much for Santa Claus…he has been “outsourced” and now probably doing lesser Jolly Ho Ho Ho’s

Wise men are hard to find these days!


Off To Foot Surgeon A.K.A Orthopaedic Surgeon

I have not been the best model patient as I took 2 days hospitalisation leave when prescribed 3 weeks.

I was told to restrict walking unnecessarily.

I did the opposite as I had to attend to a zoo trip (done 23 November 2018 and walked 10,000 steps. My foot hurt all the way to thigh and back)

Then my mum needed several doctors’ appointments including going to the Emergency Room. My foot hurt even more!

Yesterday I did a recce of a site for team bonding in the East of lil red dot. I walked about 6,000 steps.

But seeing the greenery made me happy!

There is something alluring about open spaces and plants or trees around me.


Tomorrow doctor’s appointment requires me to walk far from car park to clinic and back.

This Friday is our X’mas party and I need to dash about.

Mr Dishonest threw a curved ball by demanding “cold hard cash” to pay the durian man.

If you have not heard of durians or seen the durian fruit, below photos show you how the seller sets up shop and the raw fruit, dehusked.

He expects me to take from my own pocket the sum of $1,800 to pay for his greedy feast. Plus a further $850 to pay for vouchers as “awards” for his minions.

The last time I checked, I was not the owner of Wells Fargo Bank or Citibank?! I told him off.


Money Bags told him off too when I ran to Money Bags’ team to produce $2,650 in cold hard cash.

LOL! Mr Dishonest will get a cash cheque and he can go pay the durian man. This was what Money Bags agreed else Mr Dishonest will tell the seller not to come and set up shop.

Money Bags caved as he wanted a free feast too, i.e. paid by company!

Oh..then Mr Dishonest wrote me an email to tell everyone to wear the company long sleeve shirt for the company event.

Crazy moron! Picture this…we are to have fun. It is an open air roof top party in sweltering heat or heavy rain.

If it rains we swop to the car park. Loading bay was not conducive.

Might as well make everyone wear a monkey suit. Silly twat!

Gee…I truly dislike Mr Dishonest as he is dishonest beyond repair.

Sigh I also dislike Ms Vulgar Smoker whose idea of being hip is to blast her car stereo and leave the engine running in the car park for hours.

I hope tomorrow my foot will be diagnosed as miraculously healed…fracture all gone.

Hmm October 26 till now 8 December…4 weeks plus…do I feel lucky?

We shall see!


Blondes Have More Fun

A blonde is driving home and she gets caught in a really bad hailstorm. The hail is as big as tennis balls, and she ends up with her car covered with large dents. So the next day she takes her car to the repair shop…

The shop owner, seeing she is blonde, decides to have a little fun. He tells her just to go home and blow into the tail pipe, really hard, and all the dents will just pop out…

The blonde drives home, gets out of the car, gets down on her hands and knees and starts blowing into the tail pipe…

Nothing happened. So she blew a little harder, and still nothing happens…

Meanwhile, her roommate, also a blonde, comes home and asks, “What in the world are you doing”…?

The blonde car owner tells her how the repairman had instructed her to blow into the tailpipe in order to get all the hail dents to pop out…

Her blonde roommate rolls her eyes and says, “Hell-OOOO! Don’t you think you should roll up the windows first”…?