Archive for July, 2005
Hang Tuah’s youngest brother
Wednesday, July 27th, 2005Well, you thought Hang Tuah is the most famous member of his family? No, he’s not.
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Hang Tuah had 9 brothers : Hang Jebat, Hang Lekiu, Hang Lekir, Hang Kasturi, Hang Six, Hang Seven, Hang Eight, Hang Nine, and……………..
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………….the youngest brother, and also the most famous :
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少林铁头功
Tuesday, July 26th, 2005
effective in digging holes.
Inside story
Thursday, July 14th, 2005Several months ago, in a miserable car company’s design lab, some designers were sqeezing very hard on their edematous brain.
designer #1 : Eh, how lah? I putus idea liao. anyone has any idea on how this new car’s backside should look like?
designer #2 : Alah, just do it like how we always did. copy and paste!
designer #3 : Oh, like how we copied mazda’s nose and put it on our Gen-2 gen-3 ?
designer #2 : Or we can do it like Waja, I mean Gen-1.04, no one realised we designed it based on DrM someone’s face… haha the big nose especially…
designer #1 : So? Conclusion?
designer #2 : I think this time we change a bit. we copy other car’s face and put it as this new car’s buttock. what say you?
designer #3 : Brilliant!
designer #1 : Think we use waja lah, since we have its photo here. *copy copy copy…. paste paste paste…. modify modify modify…*
designer #1 : Tadang! See? nice?
designer #2 & designer #3 : *applause applause applause!!*
designer #1 : Now the name. any suggestion?
designer #3 : I think we name it SamiVelu lah, so that in the advertisement we can run it over with a truck.
designer #2 : Truck? What truck?
designer#3 : Yealah, go see in newspaper. the truck runs over it together with some other trash.
designer #2 : Oh okay, so its name is? SamiV?
designer #1 : Make it shorter lar ooi, Sa-V, k?
designer #3 : You’re not afraid of Sami Valu? I heard he can shout very loud.
designer #2 : Like this lor, if they ask for explanation, we’ll just say that since our neighboor next door names its car My-V, we of course can’t lose, so we name ours Saya-Punya-V, in short, Savvy!
Your perception or theirs?
Friday, July 1st, 2005Yinyin was a young but experienced waitress in a small restaurant. Taking customers’ orders, delivering foods and drinks… were her everyday job. Her passion for her job made her the friendliest waitress in the restaurant.
One evening, a married couple with their 8-year-old son came to the restaurant. The man was handsome and proud, his woman an elegant beauty. But the boy, even though he was very well dressed, he looked timid and lifeless in the eyes. They were brought to their table and yinyin began to take their orders.
Having taken the parents’ orders, Yinyin turned to the little boy and waited for him to order. The little child hesitated, glanced several times at his parents, then turned to Yinyin. Yinyin smiled and gave him an encouraging nod. The boy hesitated again, but finally he had gathered enough courage, so he said,” I want a chicken burger with…”
“NO BURGERS!!” snapped his parents suddenly, in such unison as if they had practiced everyday. “It is not good for your health!… oh miss, please give him a plate of spaghetti, salad and orange juice. No suger please.”
Yinyin remained smiling, still looking at the boy, and waited patiently for the mother to finish talking. Then, ignoring the woman, Yinyin asked the disappointed boy who was now resting on his seat like a punctured balloon. “Tomato or chilli sauce for your burger? Do you want cheese? what about some french fries?”
The boy almost jumped off his seat. He was so surprised. He couldn’t care more for his parents. “Yes please give me cheese, and tomato sauce, thank you! Thank you!” Tears rolled down his cheek. He was so happy.
The parents were speechless. But the boy was excited. “See? She noticed me! She listened to me!” “She thinks that I am important!”
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You will be parents someday ( or already are ). Don’t trade your children’s dignity for anything at all. A person doesn’t live if he’s lost his self-respect.
