Yamato Murdered!

Much to the dismay of our maoster, Yamato-san has been murdered. In cold water (blood).

He's now lost his chance to prove himself more worthy than the shrimp master.

4 suspects have been detained for interrogation. Their names have been withheld until court is in session. But we know that they are guppies. Guppy 1, Guppy 2, Guppy 3 & Guppy 4.

May the sensei rest in peace. At least until the others start to nibble his carcass in between feeds.

maomao "jagar" part II

Yes, like all good movies, there must be a sequel right?

We received enquiries about yesterday's blog. And the answer is: No, the maoster does not do housecalls. He suggests you call your own machine repair man when your washer goes nutters. He wonders which cheapskate asked that question. XD

Today, we feature maomao doing what he likes doing best apart from eating, shitting and sleeping. He jagars this place with all the tenacity an ex-stray-tabby-neutered-now obnoxiously fat-feline would. It's his place of worship. His turf. His hood. Sometimes, the hubby and I even feel terribly guilty about invading his space!

If eyes could kill...

This... this IS maomao's turf. (complete with primitive bowl, rubber hose, cheap air freshener and all-time classic white loo roll)

Checking for signs of forced entry.

Perhaps checking if our dietary habits met with his approval.

This is the ground he worships. The air he breathes. The water I hope he doesn't drink from. The majestic looking toilet - all of 30 years old. The hubby's cousin once commented, "Vintage toilet!" The euphemism is great. It is vintage... complete with 30 years worth of vintage grime and scum. Maybe I am ignorant. I don't understand vintage like the maoster. He wants vintage so much, he almost gives you the dirty look when you are pooping in there! Believe you me, I would use another toilet, IF I had another one to go to in the first place! ack!

Come 22nd June, this vintage loo would become permanently vintage. (renovation begins! yipeeeee!) I hope the maoster takes it well. Meanwhile, I will not come between him and his turf unless I really have to. *tummy rumble*

maomao the "jagar".

"jagar" - I am completely clueless as to where this term originated. It means "to guard/protect".

I have brought home a jagar cat because the maoster loves to jagar many things. Sometimes more than one object/place/human more than once a day. He is a real productive worker I must say. How many of us can actually multi-task like that! He's a genius! *chortle*

Remember the last time my washing machine met with the maoster's disapproval? To fill you in, he has been doing routine checks on my washing machine. The poor thing doesn't get paid but I guess it must be because he takes pride in his work. I know my machine is running in tip top condition - thanks to the maoster!

A typical routine check goes like this...


Usually, the maoster will alert me if the machine is due for checking.

the maomao will tap the machine in attempt to communicate with it.

He begins his inspection.

Hmmm... everything looks ok.

"Helloooo...... Anybody in there???"

"Phooooooey! 'Ma'am, your clothes stink!"

Though the hazards of the job are clear, the maoster still goes about his work ever so diligently. Makes me want to squeeze him more! In a loving way, but of course!

p/s: A note to the Terrified Mr Mao, the Japanese guppy gang have not yet infiltrated the daily dos of the maoster. He is alive and well. He has kungfu. We await the challenge of Yamato-san. *bow*