Trumpet blower

There is a 70 year old client who comes to the company regularly. He is my colleague's client. Let's call him TB (trumpet blower) for short.

TB was an english teacher. He is now retired with quite a bit of money at his disposal.
So here he comes and open 3 trading accounts with 3 different dealers in my company.

The reason i get so annoyed with TB is the purpose of him opening 3 trading accounts.

A usual day will start with TB coming to our company to visit dealerOne, spending 2 hours to blow his own trumpet. Then proceeding to dealerTwo, to re-blow his own trumpet for another 2 hours. Gets a bit thirsty, goes for tea. Following which, he will come back and blow his trumpet again to dealerThree.

I know he is lonely but he drives me nuts.

Imagine hearing him boast about himself repeatedly.

TB will write some poetic prose which he will claim that nowadays, very few could appreciate lest understand. Then he will proceed to ask dealerOne to photocopy 10 copies to be given out.

As dealerOne speaks to TB, he will proceed to correct dealerOne's good English to British Queen's English. TB will also lead you in a conversation that ends with you knowing that he stays in a landed property behind Orchard Road.

Everyday, after 2 hours of trumpet blowing, TB will ask dealerOne if it is OK for him to take dealerOne's newspaper. Something which cost RM1.20 (less than S$0.60).

Analysing human psychology is cool. But listening to a trumpet-blowing miser isn't.

True independence

Over the weekend, I learnt what true independence meant.

I have friends who got married and continue to stay under their parents' roof.
Their parents poke their nose into the young couple's life and basically irritates the young couple. As you know, parents will impose their view on how many children to have (usually as many as possible), when to have them (usually the sooner the better) and what to eat to stay healthy (usually that's what they like to eat now as older people - stupid wholemeal bread, quaker oats and other tasteless shit).

My friend would also complain that they have no privacy.

I think my friend failed history in secondary school. If not, he wouldn't land himself in such a situation today. Maybe he fell asleep when we learnt about the British and Japanese Occupation.

Some people have tyrannical parents, some benevolent parents.
But regardless of whether we are ruled by the Japanese or the British, you have no say.
Only upon independence are we free from our colonial masters.
That's what history taught me.

Being GOD is a tough job

Sometimes i really think that being GOD is a tough, thankless job.

GOD created humans.
Humans want prove of the existence of GOD.
Humans want to see God in order to believe.
Yet, they cook food without ever seeing the microwaves in their ovens.
They listen to radio, use handphones, watch TV without seeing how the sound, voice and pictures are transmitted to them.

Humans want to experience GOD.
GOD shows miracles and healings in His church.
Humans see with own eyes, yet humans cannot believe.

If GOD shows tsunamis and hurricanes.
People say they cannot believe in GOD because GOD is suppose to be loving.
How can GOD allow 100,000 people to be killed in 1 disaster?
Go read Noah and the ark.

If I am GOD almighty, I couldn't care less if you believe or not...
anyway it is your eternal destiny at stake, not mine.
If you chose to burn in hell, go burn in hell.

But then again, I am not God almighty.

Food

yesterday my dad gave me a taste of pure orange juice.
list of food i've tasted thus far include
1) McDonald's apple pie
2) Fever medicine - yucks... cried
3) Lime
Lisette is going to taste chilli next...