As you may have noticed, I have changed my water to using filtered water that has made the water taste sweeter than before. I’m so glad that you have noticed. Previously, the bigger sized ants, I’m not sure if they are your cousins, they loved the boiled water. I’m so glad that you have better taste than them.

However, could you please stop drowning yourselves? After getting your drink, you should definitely return back to whatever you were doing. Drowning in my water does no good to me or you since I have to pour the whole lot wasted good water to the plants who will benefit. There are so many of you drowned ants in the container that I find it unbelievable that none of you notice the potential death by staying too long.

Ants don’t have webbed feet like frogs, so, I hope your Queen ant will educate you on that part. The basic routine to quenching thirst should be: Drink, go back to work. It’s very simple and easy to accomplish. Repeat to yourselves, drink and go back to work.

Simple, right?

Sincerely,

Human Being who Needs to Drink Good Water Too

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He would often listen to her and just let her vent out her frustrations. Often, his single question would make her stop and think deeply. “What do you want out of life?” he once asked her. Six months later, she was still looking for an answer. An answer that came in the form of two homeless people she had met a few weeks before.

“It’s good to see you again, Amy. How have you been?” Tina asked with a warm smile.

Amy brightened up at her friend’s smile. “Tina! It’s good to see you too! I seem to have lost myself.”

“You are here, aren’t you?” Tina was puzzled at the answer. “Everyone is here.”

“Well, technically speaking, I am here but,” Amy faltered off.

“What is it that you have lost, dear?”

“My worth, I guess.”

“There, you just need to find it and put it back where it belongs,” Tina’s assurance gave Amy something that she had never felt before. A belief that she would find her worth was so powerful that her mood lightened for that day. Passing her some food vouchers, Amy bade her friend farewell and went on her way.

Two weeks later, she met John who was often seen with his son. “Amy! How good to see you!”

“John! It’s great to see you too! Hello, Mark. Here, your favourite sweet.” Mark’s eyes lit up at the sight of the sweets and took them with a grateful smile.

“I trust that life has been good to you,” John began.

“I think so.”

“My dear girl, you have a job, family and a warm home. Life is good!”

Stopping her thoughts in their tracks, Amy stared at John for a long time making him feeling uncomfortable.

“Amy? Is there something I said?”

“Yes, John. And you are giving me something that I have been looking for! Thanks!” She beamed at him, “I know what I can do now! There’s something I need to do, bye!” John was too stunned to react to her sudden change. Mark blinked at his father.

A year later, John, Mark and Tina were being ushered into a building and were shown to their rooms before being brought into the function room. Amy was on stage welcoming and thanking the audience. “Thank you for coming to Sweet Home. I have been lost in my life looking for my worth. I used to be an accountant working until late into the night on certain days. I’m sure some of you understand what I mean,” smiling at the crowd.

“Today is the opening of Sweet Home and it was made possible because of three people I have met. I would you to meet Tina and John. Tina, John? Would you please come to the front? Thank you.” A shuffling occurred before the two of them went up to stand beside Amy. “It’s great to see you both. These two have gave me something to do and here it is. All of you are now inside this building. A building made from the labour of trust and love. The past one year was really challenging but it was worth every minute because now, I can help others have a place to stay until they find their own sweet homes.”

Everyone clapped at this. “Without Tina and John, this wouldn’t have been made possible. As mentioned, I have three people who gave me something and I would like to introduce you to the most important person in my life, my fiance, Tom.” The round of applause was astounding. Everyone had met Tom at various stages in their lives. They were grateful to his words of wisdom and now that Amy and Tom were working as a team in building Sweet Home, they felt at ease.

A year of working hard at gaining the license, volunteers and donations was worth it. Things were difficult at first but eventually, with persistance, everything paid off.

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It’s a novella that has spent more than 10 years to be updated. I hope you will enjoy. More e books will be published soon. I hope. Enjoy!

Enter the store.

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At the end of the summer solstice, the iceman, whom no one should accuse of disservice or cowardice, put up a notice at an advice in his office, put the effect that with ____ toward none he would give good advice to tall, without caprice or ____.

Accordingly, he supplied the politician with ____, the lawyer with practice, the doctor with ____, the judge with justice, the builder with a cornice and a ____, the gambler and his ____ in their den of vice with dice, the bridal party with bodice, the clergyman with a service, the cat with mice, the drinker with chalice, the geologist with ____, the woodman with a ____, the sailor with a splice, the dentist with a ____, the dressmaker with a cilice, and no one with the ____.

But in spite of all his efforts to supply ice to multiservice, some people objected so strongly to his overnice, that they applied to the police for ____ regarding a ____, by which they might either push him into a ____ or over a precipice!

Perhaps someone can help with this puzzle.

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The postcard read “My dearest jewel, I miss you so much! I wished to be with you now! Love, Edward” Tossing the postcard to the dustbin, Calista continued her work. She didn’t care about Edward despite his declarations of undying love for her.

All she felt for him was a sense of irritation and annoyance. He was persistant and she wished that the earth would swallow him up at times. All the bouquets and flowers he sent almost every week were often given away to her female or male subordinates. The males wanted to pacify their girlfriends or wives. The females just wanted to feel romantic or make their husbands or boyfriends feel jealous.

Calista enjoyed her work and was happy to be an events planner manager. Being in this position wasn’t easy as she had to overcome prejudice from men who often gave her that “What-is-a-woman-here-for” look whenever she visited her clients with her male subordinates.

However, her efforts and results have paid off and her director was always satisfied with her work. Everyone in the office respected her as she often stood by them when they had problems with difficult clients.

Her phone rang just before lunch. It was Edward. He wanted to lunch with her. Rejection seemed impossible when her secretary pointed that he was just outside her door. Sighing, Calista resigned herself to an agonising lunch with him.

Just as they were leaving the office, Calista saw her regular client. “Mr Fu! What are you doing here?” Mr Fu beamed at her and introduced his friends saying that he was bringing them to see her. “What a surprise, do you want to have lunch first? We can always discuss it during lunch.”

“Will I be disrupting you and your…”

“No! No! He was just leaving.” Calista cut Mr Fu off before he could complete his sentence as it was simply drive Edward’s ego further, something she didn’t want. She left with Mr Fu and his friends happy for the intervention. Edward was left at the lift lobby. He scowled at her leaving back.

When she returned to her office, her secretary was worried for her. “Miss Teo, I doubt that Edward is happy. He looked evil just now when you left.”

“Lucy, I think he is harmless. I have tried to tell him in whatever ways I could to let him know I don’t like him but he still doesn’t get it. I think this ought to let him know that I don’t care to have lunch or anything with him at all.”

However, Lucy was worried because his face was scary at the lobby and she couldn’t convince her boss that he could be up to nothing good even with his nerdy appearance. She left the room reluctantly and hoped Calista would be safe.

Calista took note of Lucy’s words to heart. She didn’t want her colleagues to be worried about her when it was her problem. Edward was known to be persistent and today’s episode must have wounded his ego even more than the previous times.

She just couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t let go when she had informed him in various ways that she wasn’t remotely interested in him and had always rejected his advances. Sighing inwardly, she started on her planning for her new clients.

It was two weeks later when a woman stormed into her office demanding her to leave her husband alone. Calista was called a slut, bitch, snake and all other terms that the angry woman could think of. Shocked, Calista didn’t know how to react but she had no idea who the husband was.

“Who is your husband” she asked when the tirade died down due to the woman pausing for breath.

“You don’t know who he is?” the shriek was hurting the ears. “He is Owen Fu! The two of you have been meeting each other almost everyday and he hasn’t been home for the past two weeks!”

“Mrs Fu, your husband and I were only talking about work. I have a business dealing with him.”

“My foot! Work indeed!” Mrs Fu spat out the words as if they were vile. “The two of you have entered different hotels for 3 consecutive days and you telling me it’s work?”

“The hotels are for selecting the ballrooms.”

“Right! I don’t believe you, you little slut!” At that moment, the security guards arrived to pull the angry and jealous wife out of the office. “So, you need bodyguards now? I’ll have a piece of you!” Mrs Fu struggled to be freed so that she could slap Calista. However, she was no match for the guards. Soon, she was dragged away screaming and kicking her way out of the building.

Calista sat down at her desk in shock. She didn’t know that by meeting her clients after work would affect their families. She never had any problems with any of her clients until now.

“Miss Teo?” Lucy was at her door. Calista motioned for her to enter. Lucy closed the door behind her and sat in front of her. “Here’s your hot drink. I think you need it now.”

Calista took the hot milo from her and sipped it, grateful to have such an efficient secretary. “Lucy, I will need to cancel my appointments for today. I’m going to take the day off and leave today’s work to your capable hands.” Nodding, Lucy took note and left the room. Calista proceeded to pack and called Sonia for a drink.

Sonia arrived at the pub at the same time as Calista. She was the only one Calista would confide in first. They found a corner in the pub and ordered their drinks. Enjoying the atmosphere, they drank in silence until Calista recounted her scary encounter with a jealous wife.

Sonia listened with animated eyes. Finally, she said, “Well, from the looks of you, I can understand why she called you a slut. You still look beautiful while she could be frumpy looking. And going to a hotel with a man does look suspicious.”

“I know, but I was really talking to the hotel managers with my client. I just don’t understand why she didn’t go and ask them if she doesn’t believe her husband.”

“From her point of view, her husband is quite influential and could easily influence anyone to just ‘lie’ to her. She is getting older and feeling inadequate when dealing with her younger counterparts.”

“Sonia, you could be right. She was all wild-haired when she stormed into my office just now and the guards did have some difficulty trying to stop her from clawing at me. I think my face would have been the first to go.”

Sonia laughed but she was serious when she replied, “True but if it were any other woman who could escape the clutches of those guards, I think you would have been in more serious trouble.” Calista agreed.

As they left the pub, a dark figure was following them towards the taxi stand. Feeling chilly, Calista turned around but noticing nothing. Shrugging the ugly thoughts away, she boarded the taxi with Sonia.

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