“Et tu, BrutΓ©?”
~ William Shakespeare; Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1.
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DAILY PROMPT ~ BETRAYED

thoughts from the little dot
“Et tu, BrutΓ©?”
~ William Shakespeare; Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 1.
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DAILY PROMPT ~ BETRAYED


I’ve swallowed pills and tablets of every colour chemistry can conjure up.
I’ve swallowed gruesome liquids in colours that defy description.
I’ve swallowed food the wrong way.
I’ve swallowed my pride.
I’ve swallowed my words.
I’ve even swallowed a tall tale or two.
But I absolutely, totally, 100% refuse to swallow Bird’s Nest Soup.
Why? Because it is, literally, the nest of a species of the swift (Aerodramus fuciphagus). A swift is not the same as a swallow, but as the Chinese word for the swift and the swallow is yen (η), I’m taking the liberty of dove-tailing the two.
Back to the nest. Yes, nest – a bird’s home for laying eggs and bringing up baby birds. This nest, unfortunately for this particular swift, is made of its saliva and shaped like if you cupped one hand, and sized about 8cm across.
The nests can be found high up in caves in parts of Malaysia, Thailand and even Bali. Once it was discovered that these nests were edible, hunters climbed up to pry the nests loose; if harvested before eggs are laid or hatched, they were clean and easy enough to prep for sale. Because it is a lucrative business, artificial nesting boxes are now used to farm even more nests.
It is believed that consuming the nests is good for health, beauty and longevity. Indeed, it is a delicacy served at auspicious occasions like birthdays and Mother’s Day. I’m not sure anyone realises the supreme irony of destroying a mother’s home in order to gift it to another mother.
Today, the nests can be bought in bottles and gift packs, ready-cooked in rock sugar, honey or any variation of sweet or savoury preparations. The biggest importers are said to be the US, China and Hong Kong, where a bowl of Bird’s Nest Soup can cost up to US$100.
I was offered this soup while on a tour in Thailand and did think it looked intriguing. It resembled a bowl of translucent jelly-like oatmeal. Then I asked what it was …
Nope, didn’t touch it then, and still not touching it now. It’s not the saliva that I find hard to swallow; it’s the fact that it’s somebody’s home.
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DAILY PROMPT ~ SWALLOW


I came across some posts describing the use of Tearable Puns a few weeks ago. Inspired by what these writers had done, I thought I’d try something similar at my workplace.
I typed out some puns I liked, printed them on coloured paper, cut them up and pasted them on contrasting coloured cards. I figured I would pin one pun each week.
On a Monday morning in early February, I pinned a punny card at the corner of my cubicle.
Don’t believe everything you hear about parasites, fleas and ticks – they’re all lice!
I waited. I had no idea if anyone would notice, much less react. In the meantime, there were emails to clear and reports to read.
Then footsteps slowed β¦ stopped β¦ silence β¦ was that a snort? A head bobbed over the divider. “Aargh! That’s so … aargh! But good one!”
O-kaaay!
In the course of the week, colleagues stopped to giggle or groan. I was even presented with an eye roll by the boss – a considered honour. I knew Iβd have to pin another pun the following Monday.
The same thing happened. Better yet: someone asked if I had more of where those came from. Sure I had; I put another one up the next Monday β¦ and the next.
Fast forward to this week. A colleague stopped by to say: βYou know, I was so fed up with the whole meeting! Then I saw your pun on my way to my desk and I just had to laugh. I tell you, my mood did a one-eighty. Keep putting those things up!β
Bakers share their secrets on a knead-to-know basis.
So there you go. An idea from bloggers is bringing some light hearted moments to a workplace in another part of the world.
To Laura Randazzo and Reading While Eating, thank you for the inspiration. To Through Open Lens, thank you for posting jokes with your pictures. A bunch of people now get a little sparkle of joy each week because of your kindness and generosity in sharing something witty.


You saunter by each weekday
In your suit and backpack.
Talking on your mobile
Starbucks in hand.
You sail by each weekend
In your hipster clothes and scooter
Plugged in, singing
Someplace to go.
You struggle by each evening
Every step an effort
A victory against debilitation
Survival of the fittest.
You sashay by each Thursday
In your designer workout gear
Smiling at your phone
Sun salutations await.
You stroll by every Tuesday and Friday
Okay, sometimes you jog
Eyes ever alert
Stylish dogs on leashes.
You strut by every daylight hour
In your feathery finery
Sometimes you coo
Sometimes you poo.
You stomp by every Wednesday
In your too-tight uniform
You hate your job, don’t you?
Scowling won’t make it better.
I see you all
I see more than I should.
I am not invisible.
It is you who do not see.
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DAILY PROMPT ~ INVISIBLE


I dislike making calls to customer services.
Don’t get me wrong – I realise they are critical. Where else could we go if something’s gone wrong and we need to consult somebody?
But, really, do I have to tap this many numbers to establish my identity, my language preference, the type of service I require … after listening to lists of options where I’ve forgotten what Option 2 was because I’m trying to decide if Option 7 is more appropriate?
Then I hold, and listen to scratchy 80s music on a never-ending loop, interrupted by recorded messages announcing how the customer service officers are all busily engaged but I will be attended to shortly. I’m lucky if I get to speak to an actual person within 22 minutes, despite my call being of utmost importance.
So I dreaded this call to my library. You see, my phone died on me. Despite valiant resuscitation efforts, it became clear I needed a new phone. Fortunately, I’d backed up the old phone fairly recently so I was able to transfer data back from the computer, except for the ebooks I’d borrowed via the OverDrive app. Those books completely disappeared.
I reinstalled the app, logged back in, registered myself all over again … nothing. Now, I wouldn’t have minded if I’d lost my own ebooks. But these were library ebooks – would I now be liable for eternal e-fines because they would be forever overdue?
Life, as I’ve learnt, always has surprises.
A lady answered after five rings (yes, I counted). She was polite, cheerful and supremely apologetic that she was unable to help because she wasn’t familiar with OverDrive. If I would please hold, she’d transfer me to someone who could help.
Lionel Ritchie barely sang three bars before another lady answered. She patiently walked me through what I’d done, making encouraging noises along the way. Then she explained where I’d erred. I won’t bore anybody with the details but I understood her explanations, followed her subsequent instructions and – behold! – the ebooks were back in my new phone.
But she wasn’t done. She suggested I logged out and repeated the steps so I’d remember what to do “next time, just in case”. That done, she asked that I borrowed another book, just to check that the app was working fine. It was. She wished me well and said to call back if I had further problems.
It was the most pleasant conversation I’ve ever had with anyone from customer services. Cynics might interpret this as, ‘well, it’s a library, not the ABC Store with 250 call-ins a day’ but I don’t think it changes how pleasant and helpful the ladies were. The second lady, in particular, was unbelievably kind enough to go the extra mile: she could have hung up after my books were downloaded.
Thank you, ladies.


Some of you may have noticed a change in my blog theme. Some of you may have even noticed this is the third change in as many days.
You see, I’d wanted to tweak the blog a bit, given that it’s been two months since I first posted anything (has it?!). Then I discovered the theme I’d been using has been retired. So I chose another one but somehow it didn’t feel right. I left it for a day and couldn’t see myself keeping that look.
This morning I made the decision to change the theme again. I sat down and devoted myself to selecting something that would be restful and pastel, inspired by those awesome macarons (and a quick lesson on the difference between a macaron and a macaroon, which led to more pictures of awesome treats … ).
Then came fonts and headers and colours. Did I want a header image? Did I want to use combination fonts? Should I have drop caps? By the time I was done, it was two hours later. The whole process was a maze in tech-land. Can you tell I’m not a techie?
Long story short, it’s done.
Thank you all for your support and for dropping by, reading, liking and commenting. I hope you like the makeover.
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DAILY PROMPT ~ MEANDER
AndΒ BekahΒ – thank you for the inspiration.


The doorbell rang just moments ago as I was happily reading.
There stood my neighbour, Mr C, with a box. After our usual pleasantries, he held out the box (it’s the one in the picture) and said it was for my family’s tea.
I was quite bewildered. Did I forget somebody’s birthday? Anniversary? Was somebody celebrating something else I had forgotten?
“No, no. We ordered some macarons from this online baker that my wife likes. So she got an extra box for you all. Enjoy!”
Wow!
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DAILY PROMPT ~ WONDER


It was barely 9:00 am and it was already one of those mornings. The printer had a mysterious paper jam that nobody could find, the photocopier had run out of toner but nobody knew where the spare was and if there was one, the discussions were frustratingly unproductive … you know, those mornings.
Then the message came for us to head to the break room. Our automatic response was: what else had gone wrong now?
Turned out: nothing.
One of our colleagues had brought trays of muffins in various flavours and wanted us all to partake before they all got cold. And he (yes, he) had also refreshed the coffee makers so the first cups were on the way. The man had woken up early to bake because he felt it was ‘the right day’.
He was a tad late for work but nobody minded, not even the boss. He had completely turned the day around with one giving, gracious gesture. Thank you.

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