My Oyster 123

I hired a maid on 15th June 2019 from Medan, Indonesia. On the first day, she asked if my mother has an extra green jade bangle for her!!! The reason I hired her was to take care of mum who had a fall and suffered compressed disc of the spine, etc. She also had diarrhea and it comes out almost non stop. Youngest sis, wanted to send mum to a nursing home since she sent granny and dad to nursing homes and refuse to let them come back. It was not karma as I intervened and said mum is to recuperate in Quayside Condo and immediately hired a maid from a 'joker factory' for her. The maid was Yati, I call her yeti, the beast. She had the audacity to break the glass door with so many lines of cracks to show her dissatisfaction when mum asked that youngest one help distribute my late father's estate to me and youngest sis, bypassing the second sis, since she did not contribute a cent for 5 years while doing her Ph.D. which took from 3 years to 5 years.

Yeti even used mum's handphone to download 25-30 apps of Dangdut music with baby laughing so loudly being played. I had the impression, yeti was using her own handphone since she secretly found her handphone in the drawer that I kept away from her. Well, her itchy hands just love to open and discover new things and perhaps look for loose cash here and there!

Mum's bone's density has more or less recovered at age 80 from osteoporosis to osteopenia. This means that the Forteo injection that costs RM 1,600 a month using dad's pension was helping her bone density. In the first 3 days, she even wanted to borrow RM 500 from mum, then me and then sis. It was all youngest sis' fault; spoiling her to bits by giving her 3 nightgowns, and more than 10 pieces of her branded t-shirts that she could no longer wear for the last 10 years. Yeti became bold and brazen, disobeyed orders and finished up my Ensure milk even though she has her own cheaper milk that we gave to her! I only drank 3 cups and the RM 84 Ensure milk tin was finished.

She also ate out 'bak kua' without permission. She will cut them into pieces and fry with rice for her dinner and other meals. There were 12 pieces of 'bak kua', where I had 4, mum 1, my spouse 1 and there rest, she just 'hau kor' away. Well for being disobedient, too brazen and bold, I decided to shorten her stay from 3 months to 2 months and that very day, she slammed the door showing her anger. The agent seems to inform her what's happening or rather the agent's other maid seems to inform yeti of her early dismissal. Well, good riddance to bad rubbish this 15th August 2019, her last day. Also mum's RM 10 is missing and we cannot let yeti stay at home in Island Park since mum's cash is kept all over the house including her costly jewelry.

Mum took care of the youngest sis and now youngest one takes care of her back. I pity dad, where number 2, his favorite and groomed to care for him, escape to the UK to study for her Ph.D. that took 5 long years to complete. Her convocation is in July this year but it is sad that dad could not attend it as he has gone to be with Jesus. But he was around and alive when number 2 got married in Southampton in 2015. He badly wanted to be a grandpa, but the three of us are childless as both I and youngest sis are not married. So, he called himself 'khong khong' meaning empty; instead of 'ah kong'. That was dad's humourous self.

I flow down to Singapore alone by Air Asia which cost about RM 580 including airport tax, etc. When I reached there, I got help to get a Grab car that cost extra S$8 for a total of S$26 when it was only S$18 for the exact price,. The sales girl at the airport took the opportunity to charge extra dollars to pocket herself. The taxis were just outside, but in my enthusiasm, I asked the wrong person instead. I reach the Malaysian High Commissioner at around 12:00 noon and had to wait for after lunchtime before I could collect the signed documents. While waiting, a certain conman, named Lawrence Cheong, approached me looking for targets together with his 2 African assistants. Luckily, I was not taken in by his empty promises and silly ideas to make money our of me and my cousin.

Next week, I might go down to Singapore to collect sar ee's stamped IC and passport from the Malaysian High Commissioner so that her car can be sold to me and name changed. She had given mum full and final power of attorney of her assets. I have yet to buy the plane ticket but it will be a one-day affair and not a holiday. I had stayed in Singapore for 12 long years, so I don't miss anything. If possible, I want to come back home soon and get this done as soon as possible. I love working and not spending money unnecessarily. And the exchange rate is not cheap either, with 3 times the Malaysian value of ringgit.

Right now the internet is my cash cow. I love to write, blog, do micro jobs and surveys. These are easy peasy and does not require hard coding skills. I earn part time doing this in my free time when I am not working full time in my job from a home office since 2004 and never looked back. Well, I guess God has blessed me beyond my wildest dreams giving me a job that I can easily handle, albeit could be very busy at times. I have also made the wise decision to sell off my Shopify store as I am bleeding cash monthly without much time is devoted to it. No point for me to compete with the big boys and get myself stressed out.

I am a part-time freelancer, having a full time job to work in a home office with benefits of working in a factory for managers. Hence, in my free time, I will moonlight by doing student assignments, writing articles, and a host of other computer jobs, except programming because my programming skills sucks. But fret not, I am now reading about PHP and taking it one step at a time so that I am not at the mercy of programmers and worship them like king. This was what happened to the 3 Harvard graduates who engaged Mark Zuckerberg to be their programmer for Facebook! If you have seen the movie, well, the rest is history for the 3 undergrads with fantastic ideas of coming up with Facebook but got screwed by Zuckerberg himself!

I shall be 48 next year in the zodiac year of the dog. Good riddance to the cockerel. Now coming back from New Zealand, I have many newspapers to catch up, unpacking and the like. Also, more than 50 tax invoices to input to the cloud system to create Purchase Receive to claim from customs. I have also stopped going to church as it is no longer conducive for me to attend ever since that fanatic married to another woman spouse of mine yelled at me in church and he gives RM 1000 / week and now reduced to RM 500 / week! Thinking that God will cancel off his bankruptcy debts. He had 3 legal charges against him, and could no longer travel to the UK since he overstayed as a student when his visa expired and he did not bother to renew it. So, he has been blacklisted from travelling to the UK!