truly malaysian?!

i went for a meeting with our WCF 06 organiser. i hate the committee meeting. it is always dragging and sometimes there would be no conclusion at all... (so after i'v been trying to look for landscaper to do the man-made waterfall... now the whole idea has gone down the drain and the new concept would be more 'zen' and of attributing symbolistic meanings, which means i have to look for somebody else to do the set design again...........)

after the meeting, we had light refreshment served at the patio of the office. i was starving and took slices of cakes, cucur udang... and started to eat. my boss was talking to wan zaleha pertaining our new project, mosques in malaysia. she seems interested in the matter and suggested few foundations for us to work with and to ask for sponsorship. i took a mug full of tea and sipped it. woow!! it's too hot... wait till it cold a bit i think. then my boss said he ought to make a move... 'oh oo! i havent finish my tea yet...arghhh, never mind... leave it there', my mind said. wan zaleha saw my mug of tea,'eh... why r u not finishing it?
'it's too hot...' i said.
'pour it into the paper cup so that u can bring it back' she said and leave us.
'mmm....' ok. i poured the tea into the paper cup and hand carried it. my collegue happened to see me did it and said,'why do u bring it back? you are truly malaysian......'
what! arent you malaysian too? 'oh, u r sooo mat salleh!' i replied.
'did i say am a mat salleh?' he tried to defend himself.
'arent you a malaysian too? wan zaleha asked me to. not that i really want to bring it back.'
'then, she is a supporter of truly malaysian...' he unconvincingly replied.

which one is the most viable? not to be a truly malaysian and waste that mug of tea OR be a truly malaysian and bring it back....

p/s: by the way, pembaziran tu kan perbuatan syaitan...

absent minded

i think this is funny...

i woke up in the morning and feeling demotivated. i dont want to go to work and i dont feel like seeing anybody at all. i just want to spend the day with myself and dont want to do anything. but heck!! i have tonnes of jobs to be done which i have accumulated till today and still dont feel like finishing it at all. i forced myself to take shower and get dressed.

i felt my beg was unusually lighter than normal. i felt something is amiss... i cared less and still making my way to work (dont want to be late la kononnya... but kuar umah da pukul 9!). normally i left some cash in my car (which will make my car a good spot for thief), but i only found rm1.60. i think i still have some change in my purse... so i turn on the ignition and vroom vroom!!

i past the first toll which i paid 40 cent, then i past the second toll which i paid a ringgit, then the third toll... i took my bag and try to locate my purse. it wasnt there!!!! oh my god... i only have 20 cent and the toll fare is rm1.10!! i was panicked...

when i reached the toll, i furiously looking inside my bag... then looked at the kakak at the toll, i put my bag aside and said, 'kakak... i left my purse at home and i only have 20 cent in my car... can i pay u 20 cent?' i think the kakak never experience somebody who has never had any money to pay the toll... then she asked, 'dont u have some cash in ur car....?' she looked worried. 'I really dont have any money la kakak... i only have 20 cent...'
'Wait a minute aa....' the kakak paged for somebody.... 'Eh, this girl dont have money with her... what to do?'
'What? Which car...?'
'This kelisa...'
the sound of a truck's engine from the other row roared. i cant hear anything what the kakak and the person she paged said... suddenly she turned at me and said, 'it's ok la adik... u can go, but please pay when u r on your way back... dont forget to pay later tau...'
'ok kakak... thanks alot...' vroom vroom my car went, but the traffic light at my row never turn green, i drove passed it and the siren automatically screaming so loud... i stepped on the accelerator pedal harder... VROOM VROOM!! ye la... or else people would know am the one who has not paid yet... malu giler... but i laughed my heart out all the way to office.

am the first one to reached office. i have to stop and park my car, took the newspaper at the gate, went in thru the side door, unlocked the grille and key in my password to disarm the alarm... put the paper on the table and read..............

am not sure how long did i read the newspaper then i realised i left my car parked outside the office. i opened the gate and suhaime's black wira was already waiting behind my car. i went in my car and vroom vroom to park it under the porch. suhaime parked his car at boss's territory (when the boss is away, everybody wants to be the boss!!)

i locked my car and asked suhaime.... 'how long had u been waiting out there behind my car?'
'quite some time....' he replied
'y'know what.... i forgot that i parked my car there...!!'

what a day... now i realise that the dysfunctional of ur love life can effect a lot!

Labi & her 5 new born kittens

Labi gave birth to 5 beautiful kittens. But mum said we can only keep 1, and sell the rest to the pet shop. sedihnya..... but what to do, nak beli makanan dia sekarang ni pon, da hampir tak mampu da....

if you cant see the kittens, probably there's something wrong with your eyes. Tgk betul-betul!!!