Monday, November 27, 2006
Wow! Nari keje punyalah banyak. Kecoh giler. Tapi gerek. Ofis aku yang punya. Ape tak. Boss dua dua tak datang. Kawan mama aku nie lak amek leave. Ape lagik. Ofis aku lah boss nya. Orang masuk semua ketok. Tak main giler nyer. Terasa macam setiap kali dorang ketok nak kata Come In dengan suara garau skit. Fuh! Mesti terasa cam boss gitu.
Keje tadik banyak pasal aku buat internal dispatch. Gerek jugak. Gi ofis ofis orang lain hantar hantar document. Macam gerek lak keje gini. Abeh paperwork tadik pon berlambak. Mana nak kene buat photocopy of documents berpuluh puluh sets. Satu set ajek dah tebal dah. Ape lagik berpuluh puluh set.
Nari aku keje rasa macam time jalan laju gitu. Pasal ada benda nak buat. Cuba duduk melanguk ajek. Mau tak berbuah lagik dua biji benda aku kat bawah tuh. Dah ada 4 biji nanti. Pagi pagi tadik aku dah tak masuk ofis dulu. Gi basement jumpa orang besar amek barang dari dia. Aku lom jejakkan kaki kat headquarters dah dapat kol dari dia jumpa dia kat basement.
Tapi the first thing dorang tanyer mesti either aku datang ke tidak. Apa kata kalau aku tak datang. Takkan dia nak paksa lak kan. Hahaha! Mau diorang kalang kabut. Nasib baik aku nie boleh diharapkan. Kalau tak siap ah. Mencacah dorang. Kerja keras. Cheh! Cam paham ajek aku nie.
Anyway, aku ada a short story untuk anda semua. Tapi dalam bahasa English. Oklah kan. Skali skala blog aku nie penuh ngan bahasa omputih nie. Sebelom aku letak jalan cerita tuh, aku nak kasi quote of the day.
Quote of the day:Sorong papan, tarik papan.
Buah keranji dalam perahu.
Sorong punya sorong,
Perahu meletup pasal enjin dia rosak.
A Bihari hat-seller who was passing by a forest decided to take a nap under
one of the trees, so he left his whole basket of hats by the side.
A few hours later, he woke up and realized that all his hats were gone.
He looked up and to his surprise, the tree was full of monkeys and they had
taken all his hats. The Bihari sits down and thinks of how he can get the
hats down.
While thinking he started to scratch his head. The next moment the monkeys
were doing the same. Next, he took down his own hat, the monkeys did
exactly the same. An idea came to him, he took his hat and threw it on the
floor and the monkeys did that too. So he finally managed to get all his
hats back.
Fifty years later, his grandson, Laloo, also became a hat-seller and had
heard this monkey story from his grandfather. One day, just like his
grandfather, he passed by the same forest. It was very hot, and he took a
nap under the same tree and left the hats on the floor.
He woke up and realized that all his hats were taken
by the monkeys on the tree. He remembered his grand father's words,
started scratching his head and the monkeys followed. He took down his hat
and fanned himself and again the monkeys followed. Now, very convinced for his grandfather's idea, Laloo threw his hat on the floor but to his surprise, the monkeys still held on to all the hats. Then one monkey
climbed down the tree, grabbed the hat on the floor, gave him
a slap and said:
"You think only you have a grandfather?!!!"
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