cockacola

Why Did The Chicken Cross the Road?

Sammy Vellu:

Kita sude bikin banyak jembatan, itu ayam musti guna jembatan untuk lintas itu jalan lagi pun kalu itu ayam mau pigi jalan-jalan, beritau sama saya juga, saya bolley buat lebbey banyak toll....itu jambatan mesti ada tahan 100 tahun. Lain kali bole kasi tutup..kita bole survey mana ada rosak.

Karam Singh Walia(TV3):

Seperti yang saudara dapat lihat, kelihatan ayam-ayam itu sedang melintas jalan. Mereka bukan sahaja melintas jalan, malah membuang najis di atas jalan dan ini adalah pencemaran yang paling hebat di maya ini. Bapa-bapa dan ibu-ibu ayam haruslah mengambil inisiatif untuk melatih ayam-ayam agar menahan najis sewaktu melintas jalan, sekian saya sudahi dengan.........Ayam di jalan di lintaskan; Ayam di reban mati tak makan.

Wan Kamarudin(Edisi Siasat NTV7):

Ape kejadahnyer ini semua, KL dah jadik reban ayam, mak bapak ayam asyik menganga saje.Ayam semua dah besar kepala,..dan dah tak nak duduk reban...dan bertambah biadap dan buat perkara yg tak masuk dek akal!

Zainal Ariffin Ismail(TV3 Kisah Misteri):

Ada saksi menyatakan yang mereka dapat melihat ayam-ayam ini melintasi jalan-jalan di kampung ini pada waktu malam. Ada yang menyatakan ayam-ayam ini merupakan penyamaran jin. Dan ada juga mengaitkan ia berkaitan dengan peristiwa silam di kampung ini. Apakah sebenarnya maksud tersirat ayam-ayam ini melintas jalan? Oleh itu saya akhiri, "Jangan biarkan hidup anda diselubungi misteri........."

Zainal Alam Kadir(Wayang Kita Astro):

"Ayam siapa kalau bukan ayam kita..."

Sisters in Islam:

We abhor the thoughts of the rooster enslaving the hen, that is why female chicken must be brave and know their rights before they cross the road,....and some cross to escape the master/slave marriage....but this Taliban minded syaria court is no help to the grieving hens...all chicken hens should not vote for IFL!

Abdul Fatah Haron(PAS Rantau Panjang):

Ayam-ayam yg melintas ini semua adalah kerana mereka ayam-ayam yang GATAL......

Md. Said Yusof(BN Jasin):

Apa salah nya...biarkan mereka lintas...tutup sebelah mata ajelah...ayam-ayam terlebih besar sikit shj.Lagi pun semua nya itu ayam saya.

Shahrir Abdul Samad (ex Pengerusi BBC):

Ini adalah prinsip saya. Ayam-ayam tak boleh dibenarkan melintas jalan. Kalau beginilah, maka ia nya bertentangan dgn prinsip saya, maka sayaRESIGN.

Afiq:

To get to the other side?~~

Pampadam pam...

Grateful I am to have a mother like Umi. She gave me unlimited oppurtunities and had supported my passions throughout my growing years with her. Because of her support, my passion have space to develop; some includes my inclination in architecture, writing, poem recitation and arts. I am. Truly Grateful.

I have no intention of generalizing people through their race. What follows after this is strictly derived from myself. My opinion. Nothing to do with sweet onion and raw sushi.

Malay parents are selfish.

Something triggered me when I was at Sunway Pyramid watching serious ice skaters doing axles and whatever else that follows. Most of them are chinese and there was only one malay girl. Their parents who picked them up after their practice were very odinary looking: they brought mineral water bottles, bakul bekal and tupperware filled with crackers whereas the malay girl I was particularly occupied with sat along a posh mid-age lady who I swear had had her face injected with.. ehem.. botox. Oh, botox worshipers... forgive me.. I have a slight complication in typing every time I mention that word. BOTOX.. jitters...

And all is clear: Why is it that interest like playing the piano, acting, dancing, skating (for this matter) etc is limited to higher earning malays' children when chinese parents of average income manage to encourage these interests to theirs?

Hmmph~~

Roll camera, ACTION!

Hazman: Senah darleng... *Hazman enters stage* *loghat omputih yang melebih-lebih*

Senah: Oh Abang.. Dah balik?

Hazman: Dah *duh* Aman ngan Ina tak balik sekolah lagi?

Senah: Aman dekat rumah kawan dier, main game latu.. Ina kat dapur tu ha, tengah buatkan kopi abang. Apasal senyum senyum kambeng ni bang? Duduk bang, Senah amikkan kopi jap.

Hazman: Baguslah tu.. abang pun ada berita baik, abang baru naik pangkat jadi supervisor.

Senah: Alhamdulillah syukur.. Supervisor tu pebende?

Hazman: *ignores wife's inquiry* Abang fikir nak beli televisyen baru lah..

Senah: *act as if the conversation went smoothly* Yelah bang, baru-baru (tipu sunat..hehe.. I curik dari Datin Bedah waktu ziarah rumah dier lepas beli ikan dekat pasor..) ni Senah nampak pamplet Court's Mammoth, ada sale. Manalah tau.. bolehlah kiter upgrade sofa kita ni... *yellow pamphlet appears out of the crevices of the sofa*

kedua-dua pelakon seolah-olah beku kesejukan difollowi dengan tirai merah yang tutup dengan otomatik.

-TAMMAT-

This ship

Friendship? All aboard!!
How do I cream and butter friendship?
How do I whip and smoulder it on the faces of people I would like to proclaim this wonderous ship upon? To take a step back and reflect, friendship is so sacred in so many ways. Rasulullah for example regard highly of his loyal friends and had promised the utmost pleasurable heaven. King Arthur and his knights. Jesus and the twelve disciples. Beyonce and her two anonymous singers. Fifty Cent and Eminem.The fellowship of the ring. Huh? The fellowship of the ring? *mind you, I regard LOTR as important history*

Friendship, for me, personally, is something internal, external as well as eternal. Friendship is a bond of understanding created by content and decision. Friendship is a ship in which it sails around the world(in the context of life). It has its shares of storms and heavy rains but remarkably, (as used profusely by the Most Extreme Videos narrator to indicate a living survivor) it will get back to the shore or, or, or sink. Two choices. Glory or Defeat.

Nothing in between.. So I will take friendship seriously and will try my best to maintain friendships. Sometimeskan, my ~the grass is greener on the other side~ attitude bugs me so I'll put a halt to that when it comes to this special ship.

And to those who don't appreciate friendship, I can only wish your real name to be Tanggang, win a free trip to Langkawi by StarCruise, caught in a storm and sink.. Dang, I had just written my birthday's wish.. So now YOU KNOW....

On a happier note, I'll be going to Sabah on Thursday. On a sadder note, I'll be leaving Sabah in a week. On an angrier note, I hate being a nomad. On a calmer note, I'm half finish reading Elizabeth Kostova's The Historian.

New sideBLOG..

Afiqwrites

a more symbolic and private piece of me.

Weird entry this one...

Of love. Of trust. We went through the lanes of both. We had learned how to differentiate Love and Lust. We had learned how to judge. How to make use of trust. How to react to mistrust but then again, all is a Lost in the stage we call Life. Life. I learn so much these few days. I am more receptive to the world. I am open. And Vulnerable. Very Vulnerable.

Vulnerable to the point that love and trust is so powerful it could easily overwhelm me when I face mistrust or seperations. Having a friend going to his room will affect me. Having someone to pose me a fake (comforting) smile annoys me. All is ever so hurtful and at the same time enlightening. It bothers some people that I savour jokes and laugh heartily to it, not stopping when people usually do. I'll shed a tear when a group work is over. A simple mistrust will affect my mood for 2 days or more.

Is it normal? Is it out of the world? I seriously don't know what's wrong with me.. I seriously don't. My pot of sarcasm is running out! My bowl of insecurities is running thin. Is it a bad thing. My voice is gatting calmer. There is a note of content in every adjective I use (which is by the way out of the odinary) My beautiful is usually BEAUTIIFUUL.. but now it's just beautiful. Yep, just beautiful.

Hmph. Sweet adolescence. Sweet, like any flavour of the mouth do not last forever. It will blend with saliva, making it warm and homely.

From an extrovert to an introvert. My feelings are kept deep inside. It hurts. It boils sometimes but it's inside, no longer outside my external organ. Never again anger is expressed through wrinkles and spasm.

What is happening to me? What kind of transition awaits me. I'm scared and yet you'll never know. No one will ever know.

more mummy more... chipsmore

Olympiarch exhibition.. The mascot's name is Ollie. He's all over the place. And all over as in all over the place. I swore I saw one in the lubang jamban.. serious..

He's all over the place.... *sings while doing the groovy pointing thingy*

Ollie in action!

The following pictures are products of boredom.. aha. Bare with ma boradoma! By the time you finish viewing the pics, you'll fall under a trance of boredom and will find your face chequered. My sense of boredom is infectious.. it could easily be an epidemy. Like Social Ambaba Rotary Sodiom (SARS) or Homo Imah Vavavoom (HIV aids)

Moi handbag.. with keychains recently bought from LimKokWing's booth. You can never see me without a bag. I'd requested my family to shove in all my bags in my Grave when I ***.

It spells olympiarch in Jawi. It's Khat Khufi.

Pasangan bukan muhrim yang kantoi!

ehem..
ehem, ehem, you can imagine how bored I was to have taken picture. I say... turn out ok jugaklah.

lick I mean click me for more pics by an UITM archifreak!

19th sigh

It was a blast: Olympiarch!

Tiring but totally inspiring. To interact with architecture students of different school of arch. It was a blast. Olympiarch was held at UTM Johor and was organized by UTM and LimKokWing and the whole idea of this workshop is to bring out the real warrior in archi students. They had a paint war, a serious war with mounds, guns, barricades, cannons, you name it but unfortunately, afiq (me lah) and some other 50 students can't be involve in the WAR. We were observers. As in people who observes.

Olympiarch slogan: This is serious fun
Translation: This is serious shit

So I did what I can (what I do best) selling things! I sold a record number of souvenirs and can drinks by introducing the 'walking booth'. As in the booth that walks. As in I do not have to tell you this but I did. As in... so be it.

I was applauded several times.. wait,, *counts fingers* 3 times for making big money during our post motem meetings. Satisfaction personafied.

Abu accompanied me for the whole 6 days trip.

Masjid Negeri (Johor) It's very colonial; I fancy the corinthian columns. It's very classical here.. Hazwan thinks its gothic. Not a very inviting and receptive mosque if you ask me. In short: intimidating.

3 in one magical box: speaker, clock and erm,, and ... a box

Afiq, Haikal and Hazwan: the only male (going to be) 2nd year archi student who joined this year Olympiarch. There were several complications during this trip and me trippin' is one of them. I was literally left out by Haikal and Hazwan which was no surprise by far. I mean who wants to bring a -a boy-who-just-turned-nineteen- who has a history of overdose sarcasm and detailed outlook of everything anywhere. In short, I was too much of a fuss to bring along and plus I'm not much of a follower.

It's only natural lah. When something is over and everybody dispersed, you tend to get along with your related companions. Like many, I did that too but seeing that the two guys were much more contented to go anywhere without a look at their backs (they will eventually find me chasing after them) . I felt pathetic to the point that I say to myself: you need to change, Afiq. You seriously need to brush up on something. Something is not there.

Another bummer was when I went to the toilet and asked Haikal to look over my bag. Well, knowing most readers are gifted with psychic powers... try and guess..

He left my things there, called someone to look over it and ride out from UTM, went to meet up with his girlfriend at a stall and by the time I got back, my things were all over the place; my wallet, handphone berkecai and so on and so forth. As in many other thing followed the sequent of thrashing. As in I was pissed for the night.

Went back to the hostel with a confused sense of belonging and when i got back to the workshop, I caught a glimpse of them. Being me, 2 nights ago me, without warning, I flushed and tried to tell him what he did in the nicest way possible and seeing that it was impossible, I gave him the finger. Thank you middle finger.

Well he told me that he went to the toilet. Well he lied. Well enough, he went to see his gf. Well thought of. Well planned. Well, I'm not stupid. Does he have to lie? Well, well, well..

I pondered. I did a long deal of pondering. Am I not wanted? Am I just.. just a bother to people. People noticed this and kept asking me why I didn't put up my usual cheeky grin. I grinned at them and said, "I'm thinking of something important." They grinned back, probably thinking. A good deal of thinking.

It kind of hurts and at the same time, liberating. Caged liberation. It just set me thinking and it ended well when Syahiran (a studiomate) came that day and he tagged along with the likes of us. He didn't tell me anything that inspired me, just a sense of comradeship, a hint of long lived friendship, I was contented by just that, reducing Haikal's behaviour to mere childish action-reaction. I then understood that he, unlike me, have no concern of his friends. He unlike me, doesn't give a darn. He unlike most people, do not have real friends. And so I wept for his weaknesses, knowing it'll be heartbreaking loss to me. I wept in my actions. I secluded myself from being expressive when I'm with him, knowing that he's not even -really- listening to begin with.

A senior student and his friends gave me an inspiring talk on architecture and from that point on, I secretly idolized his life's outlook. He made loads of money in a few businesses, traveled to europe for a whole year and learned and learned and kept on learning. Architecturewise, he content himself with exploration, without boundaries, breaking laws and restrictions. Draining off typical expectations. In short.. he's so bloody cool... I wanna be like him...

Met a lot of senior students and we talked and in a way -clicked- It was fun. The process of introduction of friendship. I'm learning new things. Things I made mental note of. My seniors even noticed my -detailed- outlook of everything, they were appreciative of it and sometimes annoyed. (well, noticing real smiles and fake smiles didn't help)..

Olympiarch stage. It was made out of bamboo branches and unwanted wooden platform taken from the docks. Architectural discussion. That is what Olympiarch is all about.Those white webs are actually factory rubbish. Shoe pads.
A few conceptual models that bugged me


Actually kan.. I have more pictures to post... but blogger only allowed this much.

Till next time~

A contest ah? Really ah?

I'll appreciate your birthday wishes. Hear that? Birthday wishes people! Haha..
I'll evaluate it and the winner will get my ehem famous *famous meh?* birthday box~ for their birthday.

why am I doing this? I have an extra birthday box so what the dodol right?
and......

~~~~IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!~~~~

Contest Rules:

~No family members can enter since they had they their share of Bday boxes.
~Budak Oversea can enter~ I'll post them.
~Can be in form of poems, seloka, simple sentence, whatever..
~DO NOT HAVE THESE WORDS in them:

Best
Wishes
Luck
Walk
Panjang
Umur
Kopi Radix
Saye menang motor
Terima Kasih Pawarut
Bye
Then
Wah
Oiseh
Really
Duh
Young
Hehe
Daa~
C ya

what are you waiting for?
Hehe, daa~ C YA

YADB

I'll be at UTM at Skudai, Johor for a whole week and it's likely that I won't have the leisure time to lay a finger on any fingertip receptive plastic board eletronic device for 7 days. I'm going to be the sound dubber and narrator of our 8 minutes play.

An guess what?
My birthday is on the nineteenth
and I will be nineteen years old then.. if only I was born on 7.19 pm / 1919.. wohohoho.. masuk KOsmo, speaking of which, the newspaper destroyed an IIUM medic student's dignity by manipulating facts of a khalwat case. Well, you know KOSMO and their slogan, SEX

Sensational
Exciting
Xtreme

Well that's that.
And I'm sensing great annoyance of some of the comments of my later entry; I'm annoyed of me being annoyed. Annoyance that makes me annoyed of me being annoyed. And that feeling is kinda annoying...

I guess we have to get rid of things that annoys us sometimes. Like disturbing pictures of sleeping babies or mini brief boxes or Coca Cola plastic bottles or yesterday's Kosmo or or or or unfinnish OR fillet or even you... yes... even you. *stares at the ceiling*

I'm filling this entry with a whole week amount of sarcasm. Make me smile and I'll snarl.Praow...
On a sadder note, Puteri' grandfather baru meninggal dunia, do him a favour and donate your Al-Fatihah. Thank you.

My present to my group, NOCTA.

NO.... it's the end of NOCTA...

I'm going to miss you guys like yesterday's KOSMO. Really will.. *sad*

inner voice aka madba: ~but what about your birthday~

Oh yes... My B.day. The day I was born, the day Allah introduced me to worldly pleasure and suffering. The day my that made my mom and dad my mom and dad and mom and dad respectively.

Thoughts~ friendship is like the London's Underground. Tunnels, new tunnels, newly built tunnels, overlapping tunnels, abandoned tunnels. Fast paced. Full of rats and addicts. Smells like fresh limestone, fermented urine. Haaaah. It breathes. It's a life of it's own.

It's only natural

ATCONiter

We had our little NOCTA party last night and one of the highlights of the party is the present-exchanging; they made little pieces of paper with your nickies- nickies are not nicknames-

"according to afiqster~ nickies: (nekk-ees) playful association of a person."

Here are some of them:
Sarah Lawa
Jojo Gagah
Ina Diva Manja

afiq budak tak cukup umur
}: p~
They did it as a joke so I played along, thumbsucking and licking my new pillow.

It's bugging me how people think they know so much of me to judge afiq. It's bugging me that that kind of thing bugged me. I shouldn't be bothered by insecurities. I shouldn't be bothered by other people's insecurities. Some even predicted my future. Heh? Why should I be bothered eh?

Ay, a message to you lots
afiqsays~ bisa ngomong dengan tangan saja !!

Burger King?

ehem,

Kepercayaan kepada Tuhan
Kesetiaan kepada Raja Dan Negara
Keluhuran Perlembagaan
Kedaulatan Undang-Undang
Kesopanan Dan Kesusilaan

King? What King?

"Those among you who are worst are those who call themselves Kings and look down upon others"

I'm doubting the national philosophy. *nods*

(ehem, beta Sultan Johor. Hobi beta ialah bermain golf dan memukul kepala caddie beta sehingga dia mati... hahaha. apa! Beta pembunuh? Cisss.. Huh~ TULAH sama kamu!)

Is this man worthy of the status "King"; as opposed to our prophet Muhammad who is our life Guide? Prophet Muhammad never instruct anything and only guided his Umat. He showed the way. He is also unrecognizable when he is with his friends as he did not elevate himself in any form. His friends (sahabat) followed this trait when they became Khalifahs.

SO why is our King, who is a Muslim and the symbol of Islam is sitting on a golden chair at an elevated pavement decorated in yellow and gold.

Why do I have to Mengangkat Sembah to him?

Why should I address myself as Hamba when I'm only the servant of God?

Why should I kneel infront of him to greet him?

The last time I read, gold and silk is forbade by Rasulullah to be worn by men. Why is our Agong potraying his ICEYS in every picture in government offices.

Furthermore, are they suitable as the symbol of Islam in this country, ok ok... let say our Sultan Idris Sharafuddin (no finger pointing eh, he's related so safer to mention lor..)

is a proud shareholder of Planet Hollywood.. well he is..

and his jouney from Peking to Paris on his Humty Dumty was sponsored by Carlsberg. Aiyo, and there's a picture of him drinking Carlsberg after finishing the race in his autobiography. And ~eeek~ *brakes* he's Islam's greatest symbol in this country! *eyes flickers*

The second verse in the philosophy is in FACT a philosophy, a thought or opinion by a humble human being so I may or may not have anything to do with it.

So be it.

So he, like other great man like Einsten, Davinci or Afiq should be given the opportunity to be critisized. If only Sultan Idris Sharufuddin reads this (he might, one day when he decided to google his own name he'll read lah)

Dear dear Sultan Idris,

You might not know me but I'm a distant nephew of yours and I feel embarrased that you, of all people, decided to ignore your post as the symbol of Islam. You live a luxurious life in the expense of your family's blood and land. You had sold most of your lands and your wealth is now short lived. I'm embarassed to see that most of my cousins in your family are posh windbags with expensive foundation and talk about parties and handphones 24/7. Don't worry, I won't bore you to death... the end.. happy? Believe me the sour taste stuck in your throat right now is not the fillet minon you ate for lunch tempoh hari..

afiq

Poetic Parmesan

a blog for teen poems

~Anyone interested to be a member of this blog???~

leave your e-mail address in the comment feature

coz.. u know what, our poems tend to be ~cheesy~

Happy Father's Day Y'all

I grew up with these cartoon characters. I watched the irresponsible Homer Simpson sacrificed his life(having an eye popped out) to save his son, Bart from being attacked from a herd of moose. Goofy tried everything to reconcile with Max; got through an emotional journey to see Max's favourite star's concert. Dexter's dad saved Dester from being destroyed by a vicious monster.. heh

Watching them was fun, as I was more impressionable then but today, it only serves as a tear shedder.

I never had a dad. I never had a 'father figure'. I DO have a biological father and a stepfather but none of them are my father. Seeing the goofy Goofy trying his best to impress Max will set my eyes to 'flush mode' and I regret every moment of doing so. "Stupid Afiq!" I would say to myself. "You don't have a father, so why bother?"

~My throat hardened, my stomach stoned, my movements rigid~

I have to face the truth: my Bapak had left me when I was 11. The truth hurts so much. So so so much. I was a rebelious bump back then, during my years of adolescence; with tantrums, having fantasies of leading a better life with my father's presence. But all is gone and lost. I do have a Bapak, not a father.

I was lost, confused and having no father figure, I developed many strange traits. He left me be, when I needed him.

If he didn't leave me then, I really would want to tell him about my first fight in school, my first girlfriend. I want to ask him what kind of deodarant I should be using. I want him to teach me how to play football. I want him to mingle with my friend's fathers. I want him to scold me when I did terribly in my math. I want him to give me the silent treatment when we're having a communication breakdown. I want him to be there every afternoon, eating lunch along side me. I want him to send me to school so we could talk about absalutely 'nothing'. I want him to see me play football. I want him to play footbal together. *tears*

It's like regretting of not watching your favourite football team's most important match LIVE. Sure you can watch the recorded match, but is it the same as watching the real match? And in comparison, is it the same as watching the live match, I mean actually being there in the stadium?

But again, all is lost and done.

So to all of you who still have your fathers, cherish this day; cherish them, your ayah, your bapak, your abah, your daddy, your papa, your walid.. your everything..

My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me

and then

Spin me around 'til I fell asleep

Then up the stairs he would carry me

And I knew for sure I was loved

If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him

I'd play a song that would never, ever end

How I'd love, love, love

To dance with my father again

....

..............

..

hugs and kisses

Project dah habis.. yay yay...

Ahh... my first gift in a..*thinks* long long time. Well, since I entered IIUM, I'm getting the knack of not receiving presents.. just money in forms of allowance. Oh, how forever greatful I am.. *rolls eyes*

e brought back a pack of chocolates and a souvenir from Langkawi. A keychain; now it's my bag's official earring. To stir things up, she texted me to meet up so she could give me the small parcel and I was photocopying something at that time and as soon as I reached for my vibrating phone, I bumped into her.. ~~~I didn't realized the irony untill I got back to my room and read all my long forgotten messages.

Everything is swell form there on...*contemplates* maybe it's the chocolate? Everything got swell since I ate the whole packet... chocs DO make people happy eh?

p.s. e requested an entry about death. Interesting.. What do I think of death?

3000 words

Are you accustomed to the phrase "A picture is worth a thousand word." Well so this entry is worth 3000 words.. Weheiii...

The computer design team; instead of playing solitaire, they prefer slip sort.. weird quantity surveyors..

I'd finished the models... so I decided to do extra tasks, just for the sake of spending quality time with my fellow studio mates. Cleaning the edges and covering the ugly wooden platform.. those kind of stufflah..FYI, this studio is on the fourth floor... this one is entitled: AFIQSAYS was here!

Booolahoola

Been really really busy... My group's presentation is due tomorrow! but my outlook of BUSY is only about 9 hours a day. 9 hours of precision work on our 1:50 model. If you're not accustomed to scales, 1:50 is really really really small where miniature water taps are 0.3 cm.. and I'm responsible of all two life like models.

But in intervals; there's the mandi hujan, cycling on the fourth floor with a cat passenger, movies, meaningless laughter, uban pulling and heaps of ridiculous means of fun.

The picture above was taken after our mandi hujan.

It's in the time of distress that we appreciate simple routines of life. Food is heavenly once you starved every night, showers are sensual when you spent the whole day sweating, teh ais is... well, let's say that I smile at the abang air alot these days.

Stressful but fun. I haven't even touch my new found novel: Underground; it's a sign. I'm don't have any free time and I'm loving every bit of it. Well that's that. And aside from my newly washed clothes, there's no dampness in me at the moment.

But it'll soon end so I might as well savour every second of it.

DR. M and the three astronouts

Dr. Mahathir was about to send the first Malaysian rocket into space. Three potential astronauts were called for an interview - one Indian,one Malay and one Chinese.

He interviews the Indian first: "So, Muthu, this is a dangerous mission... how much do you think you should be paid for it?" Muthu thinks to himself and says, "1 million ringgit." "Why so much?" asks Dr M. "Nowadays toddy wery expensive, Datuk..." replies Muthu. "I see," said Dr M. "Thank you... please ask the Malay guy to come here."

So the Malay walks up, and is asked the same question. "Uh... 2 million boleh?" replies the Malay applicant. "2 million? That's a lot of money! Even the aneh before you only asked for one million!" "You see, Datuk," explained Mat. "I have 4 wives and 15 children...so, 20 of us in the family, we need a lot of money to support ourselves..." "I see," said Dr. M. "Okay, can you ask the Chinese guy to come in now?"

The Chinese guy comes in and Dr M asks, "Ah Chong, this is a dangerous mission... how much do you think you should be paid?" Ah Chong thinks for a while, and suddenly says, "3 million." Mahathir is shocked. "WHAT?! 3 million? Why so much?!" Ah Chong beckons Dr M to come closer and whispers, "One million you keep, one million I keep, and one more million to send the aneh into space."

This is one is a killer...

A college girl writes this letter to her parents:

Dear Mom and Dad:

It has now been three months since I left for college. I have been remiss in writing this and I am very sorry for my thoughtlessness in not having written before. I will bring you up to date now, but, before you read on, please sit down.

YOU ARE NOT TO READ ANY FURTHER UNLESS YOU ARE SITTING DOWN.OKAY! Well then, I am getting along pretty well now. The skull fracture and the concussion I got when I jumped out of the window of my dormitory when it caught fire shortly after my arrival are pretty well healed now.

I only get those sick headaches once a day. Fortunately the fire in the dormitory and my jump were witnessed by an attendant at the gas station near the dorm, and he was the one who called the fire department and the ambulance

He also visited me at the hospital and, since I had nowhere to live because of the burned out dormitory, he was kind enough to invite me to share his apartment with him.It's really a basement room, but it's kind of cute. He is a very fine boy and we have fallen deeply in love and are planning to be married. We haven't set the exact date yet, but it will be before my pregnancy begins to show.

Yes, Mother and Dad, I am pregnant. I know how much you are looking forward to being grandparents and I know you will welcome the baby and give it the love, devotion and tender care you gave me when I was a child.The reason for the delay in our marriage is that my boyfriend has some minor infection which prevents us from passing our pre-marital blood tests, and I carelessly caught it from him.

This will soon clear up with the penicillin injections I am having daily. I know you will welcome him into our family with open arms. He is kind and, although not well educated, he is ambitious.

lthough he is of a different race and religion than ours, I know your often expressed tolerance will not permit you to be bothered by the fact that his skin colour is somewhat different than ours.

I am sure you will love him as I do. His family background is good too, for I am told that his father is an important gun-bearer in the village from which he came.Now that I have brought you up to date, I want to tell you that there was no dormitory fire, I did not have a concussion or a skull fracture. I was not in the hospital, I am not pregnant, I am not engaged... there is no man in my life.

However, I am getting a 'D' in History and an 'F' in Science and I wanted you to see those marks in the proper perspective.Anyways, this news is better than those above.

Your Loving Daughter.

sooonday

Hindustani Luxury

Food
me; contented ..aaahh... I love sundays..

hehehe.. ehem.. to laugh or not to laugh

that is the question ; p~~~

~Wanna know something weird, my name means HONESTy in arabic.. hmph....~

click the word honesty for the link