Snippets of conversation. between a cute daughter, and a nonsense father. at the counter.
"Pa, adeq rasa nak buang air kecil laaa, macam mana ni?"
"Ala, tahanlah sekejap ea, sekejap je dah nak balik dah" <---- total clueless pa.
"tapi pa" <--- she was insisting
"tahan tahan, kejap aje ni" <--- again.
lucky me, I was passing them with a box of stocks to be stored upstairs. Suddenly,
"alamak papa, dah keluar dah"
"ha???"
a pale yellowish fluid, namely urine, tersebar seluruh alam. adess (~_^)'
every staff is lingering their eyes off the floor.
intentionally they are.
while every move of mine is on the video footage,
monitored & recorded, fyi.
so so, think happy thought. think happy thought, think happy thought,
think a chore I love to do, nahh, this is it,
here I am cleaning crap.
a chore I love to do.
---
bottomline :
Always ask for the toilet whereabout. Main tahan tahan pulak.
06 July 2010
04 July 2010
Oh oooh oh oooh for when I’m a Billionaire
after holiday-work-ed wishlist:
1. a freaking canggih camera.
2. a freaking canggih Honda c70 accessories. i'm gonna remake it be so super laju n classic.
3. a freakin' cool spec. oo my lens soo eye-irritating la, i cannot just blinks for every night to come.
and so I listening to this song. Billionare by
[Bruno Mars]
I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad
Buy all of the things I never had
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
[Chorus]
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh
I swear the world better prepare
For when I’m a billionaire
[Travis "Travie" McCoy]
Yeah I would have a show like Oprah
I would be the host of, everyday Christmas
Give Travie a wish list
I’d probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt
And adopt a bunch of babies that ain’t never had sh-t
Give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this
And last but not least grant somebody their last wish
Its been a couple months since I’ve single so
You can call me Travie Claus minus the Ho Ho
Get it, hehe, I’d probably visit where Katrina hit
And damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did
Yeah can’t forget about me stupid
Everywhere I go Imma have my own theme music
[Chorus]
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh
I swear the world better prepare
For when I’m a billionaire
Oh oooh oh oooh for when I’m a Billionaire
Oh oooh oh oooh for when I’m a Billionaire
[Travis "Travie" McCoy]
I’ll be playing basketball with the President
Dunking on his delegates
Then I’ll compliment him on his political etiquette
Toss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it
But keep the fives, twentys (?) completely separate
And yeah I’ll be in a whole new tax bracket
We in recession but let me take a crack at it
I’ll probably take whatevers left and just split it up
So everybody that I love can have a couple bucks
And not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was
Eating good sleeping soundly
I know we all have a similar dream
Go in your pocket pull out your wallet
And put it in the air and sing
[Bruno Mars]
I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad
Buy all of the things I never had
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
[Chorus]
I wanna be a billionaire so frickin bad!
seriously, sila read more.
1. a freaking canggih camera.
2. a freaking canggih Honda c70 accessories. i'm gonna remake it be so super laju n classic.
3. a freakin' cool spec. oo my lens soo eye-irritating la, i cannot just blinks for every night to come.
Millio-trump-Nare. |
and so I listening to this song. Billionare by
Travis McCoy lead singer of the rockband Gym Class Heroes featuring Bruno Mars.
[Bruno Mars]
I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad
Buy all of the things I never had
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
[Chorus]
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh
I swear the world better prepare
For when I’m a billionaire
[Travis "Travie" McCoy]
Yeah I would have a show like Oprah
I would be the host of, everyday Christmas
Give Travie a wish list
I’d probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt
And adopt a bunch of babies that ain’t never had sh-t
Give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this
And last but not least grant somebody their last wish
Its been a couple months since I’ve single so
You can call me Travie Claus minus the Ho Ho
Get it, hehe, I’d probably visit where Katrina hit
And damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did
Yeah can’t forget about me stupid
Everywhere I go Imma have my own theme music
[Chorus]
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh
I swear the world better prepare
For when I’m a billionaire
Oh oooh oh oooh for when I’m a Billionaire
Oh oooh oh oooh for when I’m a Billionaire
[Travis "Travie" McCoy]
I’ll be playing basketball with the President
Dunking on his delegates
Then I’ll compliment him on his political etiquette
Toss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it
But keep the fives, twentys (?) completely separate
And yeah I’ll be in a whole new tax bracket
We in recession but let me take a crack at it
I’ll probably take whatevers left and just split it up
So everybody that I love can have a couple bucks
And not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was
Eating good sleeping soundly
I know we all have a similar dream
Go in your pocket pull out your wallet
And put it in the air and sing
[Bruno Mars]
I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad
Buy all of the things I never had
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
[Chorus]
I wanna be a billionaire so frickin bad!
seriously, sila read more.
At the workplace #1
blusshhhh.
deruan bunyi air semakin lama semakin kuat. Baldi yang menampung curahan pili semakin stabil dek kerana jisim air yang bertambah. Sedikit demi sedikit, air paip kurang klorin ini memenuhi setiap tahap ketinggian bekas silinder biru itu.
Di dalamnya, terkurung Mr T dalam sangkar logam yang berkarat. Terkurung tanpa jalan keluar. Satu-satunya pintu keluar diapit rapat oleh daya tarikan kenyal spring. Diselak lagi dengan logam halus antara dua bingkainya. Tiada langsung ruang untuk lolos. Termenung ia berfikir.
Jam sudah pukul 7 malam. Kedai-kedai di sekitar telah mula menamatkan operasi pencarian rezeki mereka. Malam sudah tiba, dan masih tersangat muda. Mentari sudah tidak kelihatan, tenggelam bersama haba sinarannya. Keadaan bertukar hening, dan dingin juga.
"OUCH"
"so cold!!!" kata Mr T. Oh ya, ia speaking dalam bahasanya, sebaik sahaja air takungan baldi tadi mencecah tapak kaki belakangnya. Ia mendaki lagi, ke bahagian paling tinggi sangkar itu.
Air naik lagi. Kali ini, tiada lagi ruang untuk ia mengelak. Perlahan-lahan, bahagian bawah badannya basah, bulunya bertukar warna, menjadi sedikit putih. Fikirnya, air pili ini mungkin kurang klorin, tapi yang putihnya ini kapur. Kapur lebih. hummpph, desisnya.
"Ahh"
Itu bukan soalnya, yang lebih prioriti ialah keselamatan. Mr t berfikir lagi, sambil mengerahkan otot-otot badannya, berlari ke hulu dan ke hilir sangkar itu.
Terlintas bayang Ahli Silap Mata bertopeng hitam di kepalanya, aksinya melepaskan diri dari segala macam jenis perangkap untuk menyelamatkan dirinya, dianalisis satu persatu. Tapi, itu persembahan. Ini serius ! Tak lolos aku dari sangkar ini, tiada lagi esok, bukan esok lagi, maybe even the next minute, desis Mr T.
Oh sudah, air naik lagi, kali ini tinggal muncung hidungnya sahaja yang mampu mendongak mencuri nafas hidup. Seluruh badannya ditenggelami, sejuk air pili mencengkam. Dengan segala kudrat yang tinggal, ia terus bertahan. Hampir seminit lamanya, terjulang ia ke permukaan, terdasar ia ke permukaan bawah. Air ditelan tiada sempat diluah, terkapai-kapai, buih-buih air dikocak kuat, semakin pudar visinya, terasa seksa perjuangan ini.
blurp, blorp, blurrrrpp.
Akhirnya letih tiada bermaya, pasrah, seluruh badannya menggelepar, dilepaskan rontaan ingin hidup nya, terbebas otot-otot kudratnya, gelap pandangan, sejuk tiada terasa, tenggelam ke dasar sangkar. Berakhir riwayatnya, tanpa sempat ditutup matanya.
Sekian, tamatlah riwayat seekor tikus forener yang mengancam kesempuranaan fizikal buku-buku di Pustaka.
deruan bunyi air semakin lama semakin kuat. Baldi yang menampung curahan pili semakin stabil dek kerana jisim air yang bertambah. Sedikit demi sedikit, air paip kurang klorin ini memenuhi setiap tahap ketinggian bekas silinder biru itu.
Di dalamnya, terkurung Mr T dalam sangkar logam yang berkarat. Terkurung tanpa jalan keluar. Satu-satunya pintu keluar diapit rapat oleh daya tarikan kenyal spring. Diselak lagi dengan logam halus antara dua bingkainya. Tiada langsung ruang untuk lolos. Termenung ia berfikir.
Jam sudah pukul 7 malam. Kedai-kedai di sekitar telah mula menamatkan operasi pencarian rezeki mereka. Malam sudah tiba, dan masih tersangat muda. Mentari sudah tidak kelihatan, tenggelam bersama haba sinarannya. Keadaan bertukar hening, dan dingin juga.
"OUCH"
"so cold!!!" kata Mr T. Oh ya, ia speaking dalam bahasanya, sebaik sahaja air takungan baldi tadi mencecah tapak kaki belakangnya. Ia mendaki lagi, ke bahagian paling tinggi sangkar itu.
Air naik lagi. Kali ini, tiada lagi ruang untuk ia mengelak. Perlahan-lahan, bahagian bawah badannya basah, bulunya bertukar warna, menjadi sedikit putih. Fikirnya, air pili ini mungkin kurang klorin, tapi yang putihnya ini kapur. Kapur lebih. hummpph, desisnya.
"Ahh"
Itu bukan soalnya, yang lebih prioriti ialah keselamatan. Mr t berfikir lagi, sambil mengerahkan otot-otot badannya, berlari ke hulu dan ke hilir sangkar itu.
Terlintas bayang Ahli Silap Mata bertopeng hitam di kepalanya, aksinya melepaskan diri dari segala macam jenis perangkap untuk menyelamatkan dirinya, dianalisis satu persatu. Tapi, itu persembahan. Ini serius ! Tak lolos aku dari sangkar ini, tiada lagi esok, bukan esok lagi, maybe even the next minute, desis Mr T.
Oh sudah, air naik lagi, kali ini tinggal muncung hidungnya sahaja yang mampu mendongak mencuri nafas hidup. Seluruh badannya ditenggelami, sejuk air pili mencengkam. Dengan segala kudrat yang tinggal, ia terus bertahan. Hampir seminit lamanya, terjulang ia ke permukaan, terdasar ia ke permukaan bawah. Air ditelan tiada sempat diluah, terkapai-kapai, buih-buih air dikocak kuat, semakin pudar visinya, terasa seksa perjuangan ini.
blurp, blorp, blurrrrpp.
Akhirnya letih tiada bermaya, pasrah, seluruh badannya menggelepar, dilepaskan rontaan ingin hidup nya, terbebas otot-otot kudratnya, gelap pandangan, sejuk tiada terasa, tenggelam ke dasar sangkar. Berakhir riwayatnya, tanpa sempat ditutup matanya.
Sekian, tamatlah riwayat seekor tikus forener yang mengancam kesempuranaan fizikal buku-buku di Pustaka.
03 July 2010
Flying Dutchmen. WC'10 #1
Netherland 2-1 Brazil
while tv3 airs Pirate of The Carribean's Flying Dutchmen. XD
bottomline :
eager as we wanna be.
wc'06 replay Arg vs Ger tomorrow. go go white n blue sky !!!
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