OLD FAITHFUL

Dedicated to my faithful companion ..

We have been together since my 4th year at Seng Hup. (I was there for 7) When I left for Accord, she came along and we were there for 10 yrs. We both joined MPC in 2000 and left 2 years later. Since then, I've been with Oceantop and …. she’s here too.

Though she’s with me day in day out, it’s easy to forget her existence and take her for granted. Most times I ignore her even though I acknowledge she has faithfully trudged along without complaint each time I changed jobs. I haven’t always been gentle with her, that much I admit. Yet she quietly puts up with my harsh treatments without a whimper or a moan nor has she given any indication of giving up on me.

It took a comment from a friend who came by yesterday, someone I’ve known since my Accord days, to make me realize truly how loyal she has been. It suddenly struck me that it’s truly amazing how she had withstood the test of time despite my roughness and clumsiness. 21 years (and counting) is certainly a long time to stick with somebody through thick and thin.

Oh did I tell you I was referring to my MUG?


Perhaps, in a way I do love her. Had I not, would I have insisted she followed every time I changed job or moved office? There were times when I had forgotten where I had placed her. It would have been easier to just get a replacement but I remember looking high and low till I found her again. Mind you she’s no beauty but I have grown so accustomed to her that indeed, it would be a sad day for me when the time comes for her to be replaced....

F

Ugly, THe Tomcat

I thought this story was so beautiful I wanted to share it on this blog:

Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in, knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love? The combination of these things, combined with a life spent outside, had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been, there was a hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side. His left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.

Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders. Every time someone saw Ugly, there was the same reaction. "That's one ugly cat!!!"

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always received the same reaction.

If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness.

Whenever he spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day, Ugly shared his love with the neighbor's dogs. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent that Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.

As I picked him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him terribly, I thought.

Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring.Even in the greatest pain, that ugly, battled scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up, completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray cat could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, talk show specials or sermons ever could. And for that, I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply – to give my all to those I cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, and beautiful – except for me. I will always try to be Ugly. – Author unknown.

F

One-two-zhom

At this time of the year, between July & early September, our blog is not surprisingly, at a standstill. You hardly get any new postings. This is because E’s girls are home for the holidays and as one of the main contributors of the blog, she is busy playing mother and has no time to write. There is no excuse for me, S, or M not to blog and since the last contribution came from M, its S or my turn to write. Hmmm…S did mention she is busy with work since her colleague is on maternity leave. That leaves me-la and that's why this I entitled this posting as such-la.

I have no topic so I’ll just start by telling you 2 post-natal errr ..sorta jokes if you find them funny.

The first one is a true account of what took place one day when I received a call asking for my colleague. I told the caller that the person she was looking for was on maternity leave to which she replied rather excitedly “Yes-ah? She gave birth to what-ah?” I told her, “Gave birth to a baby-la!” Thinking back, it sounds kind of rude, doesn’t it? Well, I’ve not been known to be very tactful so I have no excuse. That’s just how I am-mah.

A pregnant lady, whose husband was away on a business trip, wasn’t due to deliver until a couple of weeks later. Unexpectedly, her water bag burst and her not-too-bright brother sent her to the hospital to have the baby delivered.

Hours later, upon recovering from the affects of the anesthetics, the doctor congratulated her on the birth of her baby girl and told her that her brother had already taken care of the baby’s birth certificate. Knowing that her brother wasn’t all that smart, she tremulously asked the doctor the name of the baby given by her brother for mention in the birth cert. The doctor smiled and said, “Denise”. Surprised and pleased, she heaved a sigh of relief as she felt that the name was rather nice.

That night, her brother came to visit and she told him she was happy with the name he had chosen for her baby. She asked him then, “Had the baby been a boy, what would you have named him?”

He replied, “Aiyo, of course ‘The Nephew-lah!”

She pengsan-ed because she realized that her brother had named the baby .. no, not "Denise" but “The Niece.”

Hahaha haha laugh at my own joke pulak!

In a couple of weeks, I will be going to Phuket with the Quays. “I can sense dead people” Pauline will be going too. The girls are afraid to share room with their Aunty Pauline because of her “ESP” so Aunty F will share room with her la. This could very well make an interesting topic for the blog. Ooooohhhhh .. Wait-loh...

F

ALL IN ONE BLOG

Hello,

Been reading the blogs my "chee mui" have posted. Looks like everyone are having some frustration, one way or the other over the M'sian politics....sad..sad...one issue after another..all the lies by all the swine who refuses to admit their wrong doings.

I have also been following on the updates of situation in Malaysia.....getting very bad...
As far as Asia Pacific is concern, I gather other then Vietnam having very major problem, the next country is Malaysia, very very significant...investors are all withdrawing from our country, share market not showing any good sign at all, below average income people are getting poorer by the days and poverty level is increasing.

Been wondering is it a blessing that I am here or otherwise....Lord knows better..and I trust Him for this arrangement.

Well...already been here for 3 months over, time really flies. I am going thru this confinement period now, 1st the excitement starting this new life is like giving birth to a baby, so now is the confinement period, neither here nor there....next I am waiting for full moon....then I should be ok.....hehehe...funny huh....!!!

The reason I am saying this is that at this moment I missed by social life back home....golf after work and weekends, chiapkoot, karaoke, outing...teh tarik..bla bla bla.....already looking forward to retirement. For early retirement sake....I will perserve with God's wisdom and guidance.....



Before I forgot I was suppose to share this with the FEMS, the last trip I was back home I found out ....whatever goes out comes around....people told me that words has been passing around quoting..."Margaret is filthy rich, eats a lot of money when she was with KFC and she was force to leave her ex-company, coz the company is investigating her but she is very lucky that the offer from Hong Kong came at the right time....."

No one only from one source...can you inmagine the believeable lies....!!!!! GUESS WHO...????? ...Scroll down for answer....ahahahah....

Answer : RAT

Well...all for now....will try to blog again soon ..hopefully..!!! Please F, E, S, thousand apology for not blogging so often.

B4 signing off, lets pray for the country. Amen...

Cheers

M