Wednesday 5 September 2018

"Don't Squeeze my Oranges" said the fruit stall owner. (listen to the video)






Another intriguing short  story 

"Don't Squeeze my Oranges" said the fruit stall owner. (listen to the video)

Happened to overhear a conversation between a fruit stall owner and an aunty who tends to prefer squeezing every oranges whilst selecting the best ones.

Did she buys any of the oranges that she has squeezed? 

No, as she was annoyed by the fruit stall owner's comment that she might damages those oranges if she keeps squeezing them during selection (in his Cantonese dialect).

I am not dirty minded just a wee bit naughty to share this in Cantonese dialect.

Figuratively speaking, the stall owner is correct using his own Cantonese dialect telling the aunty not to squeeze those oranges. But, if you do understand and repeat it in Hokkien...then indirectly interpreted in your own assumption might be a totally different narrative! Therefore if this is a Hokkien aunty, she might explicate amatory action by the stall owner as an offensive gesture insinuating her not to squeeze his "thing".... a dirty old man!

Someone says I am good in storytelling, I would rather proclaim that I am an amazing Quality Storyteller instead!

Storyteller can do 3 things for being an enabler in 
Influencing 
Intriguing humorous & 
Manipulating

Sunday 2 September 2018

I am not a Smoker but my Neighbors are, so how?




I got a nose blockage & writing block but somehow the smoke clear it.

sure or not?

Anyway, I wrote another 500 words short story. Here my Story for the Sunday soul

I am not a Smoker but my Neighbors are, so how?

As far as I am concern, my current 3 room apartment is a perfect fit for me since downgraded from my 5 room apartment.

From a Corporate Regional TQM & HSE Manager to becoming a Qualipreneur and freelancer who works from home; I saw this apartment in early 2017 that I instantly fell in love with it! There is this small utility room as an additional third room which I have converted it into my SOHO.

I love nestling in my small creation of a home office without installing an air-condition unit because I enjoy the fresh air from my open windows. To my disappointment, I realised that my downstairs neighbor is a smoker!

In my personal perspective, Smoking is a really a waste of money. With a lighted cigarette at one end and on the other end is a fool inhaling all the nicotine that does not have any benefit to his/her health.

I don't mean to judge anyone who smokes but do mean it when I said that I can’t work in a skunky haze of smoke flowing into my small SOHO, even though the smoker has a legit need for a smoke.

It’s not just about the cigarette smoke but more about the manner being a 2nd hand smoker trying to live in harmoniously within a small city country where 90 percent of us dwell in pigeon holes in the sky.

I used to be a smoker at an early age of 14. I would like to thank Buddha's teachings that I quitted the habit at 44 year of age after 30 years of foolishness. Having been a smoker before, I do understand and appreciate someone else’s smoking habits. However, I will be more appreciative if they can go downstairs to light-up their cigarettes in an open space. Hence, benefiting his/her family or neighbors' health!

My next most challenging home improvement project is getting my neighbor's smoke out of my home. It is a wicked problem that cannot be solved unless the government ban cigarettes like the banning chewing gum!

Please don’t tell me what to do.

Don’t suggest getting an air purifier to battle smoke.

Don’t tell me to Google for my solutions.

Don’t advise me in confronting my neighbors in person as telling my neighbors that I feel aggrieved will have unhappy endings. So, why should I risk that fighting with a pig? Both will end up getting dirty and pigs love it!

What I did to sort of minimise the problem is by installing a wall fan facing outward. This way, it would blow the air outwards from my SOHO thus blowing the smoke out. The result is quite impressive though still catch an occasional noxious whiff. At least, I no longer feel like I am smoking the stuff myself.

My last fighting spirit is to play with karma. Live life as it is as there are many other existing toxics out there more hazardous than cigarettes smoke.

So what next? I bought a box of 3-ply face mask. Whenever I smell whiff of smoke flowing upwards, I don on my mask and hope my neighbors will moved out soon or stops smoking!

I did it again! Another 500 word short stories.

Thank for reading
I write for myself & safe keep for my grandchildren, but if the story helps you share it around.

As always, thank you for reading my short stories.

Sunday
September 02, 2oi8

Does the end justify the means?



Does the end justify the means?

I Applaud their Energy
Good intention (means) but wrong output(end) – Cleaned City or clean city


But are we punishing them like what we did  - the infamous CWO in 90s – The Corrective Work Order (CWO)



My question is
Does the end justify the means?

I believe we need to start over again with a new canvas because the way we choose to get to where we're going defines what it's going to be like (cleaned city or clean city) when we get there.

“Manner our Education”-  Does the end justify the means?