"Horsie Doggy"

As we drove pass the nearby communal park this morning, my 3 years old daughter saw a dog (male, obviously) riding on top of another (this has to be female, unless the dogs have learned from their human friends about homosexuals) and aggressively pumping away... immediately she shouted "Look Dad! What's that dog doing?"

I had a glance and attempting to make up an excuse to divert her attention and at the same time trying to step on the accelerator to leave the scene ASAP in case an uglier act on display as there are more dogs approaching the little bitch. Just my lucky day I guess, there was a minor car accident right in front of us and I had to slow down and follow the crawl.

Keeping my usual calm, I replied "Oh...that was nothing, the dogs are playing horsie-horsie." Feeling not satisfied with that response, she asked again "Noooo, the big doggy is not on top...it is pushing the little doggy... Big Bully...the little doggy don't want to play horsie"

"Oh ya...you are right" I continued "May be the big doggy don't have any friends to play with, that's why he is bullying the small doggy". Finally, got her a candy from the glove compartment and her focus immediately shifted to the sweet.

I looked again at the dogs, I think they are at the peak of their sensation with at least 3 other dogs in the queue. Fortunately, my girl did not see this because I will definitely have difficulties explaining the doggy's joint body parts :)

One thought remained in my head after I have dropped my girl at her nursery enroute to work...will there be Lesbian and Gay dogs...or...maybe it already exists. Just imagine, 'doggy style'... hmmm can't really say it is a male-female thing. It will be damn funny if they can lie on top of each other or trying other positions.

Human Doctors Days are Numbered?

Brought my daughter to the doctor this morning. She was down with a fever and phlegmy cough. Still, she remained the naughty self and forever so playful and cheecky.

There we were waiting patiently after signing in the registration. wait..wait...wait...and wait. After two toilet breaks and many running around the clinic chasing after my girl, her name was called. She stopped instantly and leading the way straight into the GP's room.

She is a calm and serious looking doctor (more of those women of few words type). I have gone through my girl's condition and she began to talk with a slow and low voice...is she this...is she that...and I occasionally add in some medical terms and medicine names (I've probably given her more medicine of choice to treat the symptoms than she has in her mind...thanks to the Internet, obviously and the years of bringing up the children and having to deal with their 'regular' illnesses).

Anyway, to cut the story short...the doctor was kinda surprised that I am telling her (more like suggesting the diagnosis) more than any of her patients it seems. Luckily she was a good listener and sort of playing along and has written down some applicable medicines. I am quite pleased as this is one doctor that has not told me off like "Are you the doctor or am I the doctor?". Got that from no less than 3 doctors before :)

On our way out, we thanked her and she gave a very cryptic comment such as "let me know if your prescribed medication works for your daughter."

I didn't realize it until my wife start calling me Dr. Dad! We both laughed and increase was my belief that one day we will no longer require human doctors but some intelligent computer system that can help to diagnose and prescribe medicine for the sick people; and that day is near already.

GroggyPot

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Monday Blues...

I hate Monday...perhaps 'hate' is wee bit too strong, may be 'dislike' is more appropriate.

It's like you have fully relaxed yourself over the weekend and feeling energetic but Monday is always there waiting for you with piles of chores and office assignments (for those who is lucky enough to secure a job). I must have been with the same company for too long!

The only Monday that encites most people is either you are starting a new job, getting married (odd if your wedding day is on Monday, but still a chance that will happen due to a fantastic Chinese Almanac), or had an appointment with the lottery operator to collect your 4D winnings from last weekend's results.

On my way to work this morning, I have already compiled a list of things to do which really kills me. Not just the migraine it causes but completely destroyed my usual cheerful behaviour of mine (uhh hmm).

Nearly got into big fights with almost everyone in my department....it's definitely not me...Monday is to blame.

Oh heck, another 6 hours to go...can't wait to get the fcuking Monday ass kicked...ciao!

English Bloke Taking a Piss

It's way past midnight. I've just came back from a drink with an English bloke...he is actually a colleague from our London office. First trip to Malaysia and still thinks people live on the tree here until he saw the twin towers and city development.

We were at the Beach Club and I have noticed he has his eyes glued to all the pretty chics all night... brown, yellow, black, and whole bunch of Asian Blonde having few clads of cloth on their body. It must be paradise to him considering things are so CHEAP to him. Needless to say, everything is all paid for by Mr. Brit...after all we are playing host and he seems to enjoy most part of the evening including major share of the 4 bottles of Chivas. Obviously, we have kind of gang up to get him drunk.

5 of us plus 3 or 4 chics that we met there whom have accepted our drinks offer (I can't even remember...was so high at that time!)

The highlight of the night has to be the point when he asked me the direction to the little boy's room. I told him there isn't any in the pub and that he has to go to the back lane and find a quiet corner to take a leak. Well, him being kinda drunk was surprised at first but without a second thought went straight to the entrance and started looking for a quiet corner. We followed and got our camera phones ready for a snap...voila! there he was taking aim at a tree...click, click, click ...mind you with flashes...the shots of him covering his face and you know where...

All of us had such a big laugh that Freddy (my pal who owns a restaurant in town) fell on the ground holding his belly. Mr. Brit was cool and immediately knew that we have pulled a fast one on him. But, he is ok about it and trying to wipe his hand full of piss on our shirts. But, he didn't cos one of the girls told him that he can wash his hands at the toilet behind the bar.

We had such a great time after that ... and of course Mr. Brit was most lucky of us all as he got a chic (more of a SPG type) escorting him back to his hotel nearby. The rest...use your own imagination.

My very first time (Blogging lah...what are you thinking about...Kan!)

I have just started putting some crap into this flashy brand new blogger page today. Let this be a place where I share my thoughts, shit from work, community information, talk of town etc.

I was reading some blogs on others' webhome this morning and just wonder how many people in the world are actually creating their own little cyber hideaway. People are living in two different dimensions both real and make-believe....some place where you can fully express yourself and completely changed to a new character.

In some instance, may even experience playing a role that never in your wildest dream that you will become one such as the opposite gender. Damn frightening...if this has gone out of control, can't imagine how many loonies will be walking on our street.

It's almost 7pm...time for me to go rather than pretending working hard at the office. So long my dear cyberhome. Have a good one!

Friday, 24th June 2005