TL actually refers to the "clubhouse" where I used to practice my vocals. Of course, there are many "clubhouses" built for various departments and branches of the huge umbrella organisation we all fall under.

However, I have come to realise the sad truth that resides within "clubhouses" funded by this organisation. It is no more than a place for people to clap enthusiatically at the performance of toads croaking.

The hypocrisy that perpetuates in that environment is both suffocating and repulsive. The following are a few examples of the no-so-approved-by-myself acts that we can observe occuring on a weekly basis:

- People will attend Happy Hours not to interact and have fun, but to suck up to whoever's more important there.

- When there is a need to pay for a happy hour session, those cheapskates who won't pay will turn up and try to sneak in.

- A overtly exaggerated resounding applause will be given to the Worst Croaking Toad, not out of encouragement or good spirit but simply for that fact that its a star-studded toad.

- You will always be able to spot a few turkeys strutting around in their ramblings about work processes, fervently hoping to impress upon their bosses the fiction that they are fully engaged workers (hint: and should be giving a promotion)

- And Lastly, also most importantly, there's wine, but where's the women?

Giving the abovementioned repelling factors, I shall promise myself not to ever sing, hopefully try to avoid ALL of such Not-So-Happy Hours.