26 December 2008

Never Lie to Your Mom... Or to anybody in fact...

This is a story I picked up from one of the emails my friend forwarded to me. I really like the story, so here I am sharing it with all of you…

A lady, who at the same time is a mother, comes to visit a guy, who is still her son Taque, for dinner. Now Taque lives with a girl, who happens to be his housemate, Tequila.

During the course of the meal, his mother, who is still the same lady who visit the guy, could not help but notice how pretty Taque's roommate was and it does not mean that she is a lesbian.

She, the mother of Taque had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had only made her more curious. Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Taque and his roommate than met the eye.

Reading his mom's thoughts although her son is not a psychic, Taque volunteered,
"I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Tequila and I are just housemates."

About a week later, from the day the mother visited them for dinner, Tequila came to Taque saying,
"Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver plate. You don't suppose she took it, do you?"

Taque said,
"Well, I doubt it, but I'll email her, just to be sure."

So he sat down and typed:

Dear Mother,

I'm not saying that you 'did' take the silver plate from my house, I'm not saying that you 'did not' take the silver plate... But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.


Taque a.k.a Your Son

Several days later, Taque received an email from his Mother which read,

Dear Son,

I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Tequila, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Tequila. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the silver plate by now under the pillow...


Mom a.k.a Your Mother

Totally busted…

Over the course in my life I had also met people who lived in denial. This story reminds me so much of them. I do hope they are alive somewhere and living good life. I make doa that they will be able to find the true meaning of their life before they get busted like Taque and Tequila. It will be very sad if they still live in denial…

I feel sorry for them…

21 December 2008

What do you mean?

There are times when I wish we have only one language in this world… because it annoys me when people go around telling you, do not use certain words for they mean something else in other language.


I grow up with more than one language around me. Every time I get out of the house, it is not 100% I will get to hear the language that I will understand all the time. I grow up with more than one race, one tradition, one thinking and I do not find that annoying…

What annoyed me is when people tell me not to use certain words when speaking in one language. Just because those words meant something else in other languages… So here is the problem… Which languages are trying to speak?

Chicken is Ayam in Malay. In Chinese it is pronounce as Ji. In Sarawak Malay we called it Manoq. In other races, they will have their own way to call that same thing.

Also, the same word for that one thing may mean a different thing in other language. My cousins who are Kenyah does not like to use the word Manoq because it is not a good word in their language but they do not thing it is rude when we speak in the Sarawak Malay language. We know that it mean the chicken.

Thus, to avoid confusion, speak in proper language. If you speak Malay, speak proper Malay so as not toad confusion. Then you will not have wrong words usage and such. Unless you are able to converse very well in different languages and want to crack jokes, please stop pointing out the meaning of words in one language when you are talking in different language.

In Sanskrit, patik means dog. In Malay, patik mean me, in the royal Malay language. Does it mean you are referring to yourself as a dog when you are talking? I do not think so and if people had been very uncomfortable with that, they probably had change it a long time ago… We still use it because we know we are speaking Malay and it means me….

Trust me, if you take any word in your language and cross check with other language you have in this world, for sure one of the other meaning for that word will mean something bad. Relax, and just use one language when you talk. It is what you meant when you talk matter not the words you used. Do not add complication to our already complicated communication…

19 December 2008

Ha... Ha... Ha...

We all need to laugh once in a while. You will be dull if you do not laugh at all. Even religion does not say it is a sin to laugh.

Some people are very good in making jokes or cracking jokes. They are the master of tickling your funny bone and are able to use anything or anyone from their surrounding for our amusement… But, there are times when jokes can be cruel and hurtful.

Over the years living in this world with humans, I found that, telling the same joke over and over again will make you a boring, uncreative person. Thus, try not to repeat a joke, no matter how funny it was, for more than three times to the same group of people. ANY jokes…

You can poke fun on one of your friends, about their hair, their clothes, their pets, their habits, their looks, their country, their home, their house, anything… But, every time you see them and you come up with the same stuff, it will not be funny and it will get on their nerve instead. That is when the time bomb starts ticking…

The first you crack that joke; they will be laughing with you. Second time, it will still be laughable. Third time, they will start praying that you will not use that jokes again.

If you cannot take the hint and still crack that same stupid joke, (By now, that cool funny joke will be degraded to stupid joke) be prepared to get polite laughter from your friends, with looks o their face wondering why you can be such an idiot and for some who are not really patient, might erupt and it will not be nice.

True, some of them might be considerate, trying to play along or appear not to be hurt by your joke, but by then, they will not be the same person again. I mean, if today, I told a friend of mine that he was not handsome, he can still take it as a joke. Do that for couple of days more, he might be mad with anger for the joke will now be a hurtful remark. You will be laughing but not him but you will not laugh long…

Use jokes sparingly or even better, try to come up with something new every time. At best, try not to crack jokes at personal appearances, certain habits, families, or other stuff that will lead to unhappiness later. If you have to, do not crack the same joke too often. Just once will be more than good enough. Let it be memorable in a good way…

There are times we learn the hard way that our jokes had scarred and impaired our close friends’ and families’ hearts…

18 December 2008

Eye can see...

When you take people to explore, you are in fact exploring too… Although you had seen those places, it is amazing that you can still find something new each time you come back to the same place. There are times we are blind, although we can see very well…

There are times you need to be blind even though you can see very well…

Our eye sight can be very good but we can still be blinded by overlooking stuff and things around us.

It is not to be worry, just a reminder that we are all human after all…

14 December 2008

Chicken Curry...

Once a upon a time, there was a boy who was called Monkey. He had three good friends who he often visits at his free time. Good friends they were indeed and they always share their food and do things together.

One day, when he was in the company of his three good friends, his stomach rumbled hungrily and the three friends invited him for dinner.

“We are going to cook.” said Dynamic, one of his good friends.
“Please do stay and join us.” said Fluid, the other good friend.
“We don’t mind having you with us.” said Uranium, the third good friend of his.

So he decided to stay and join them for dinner.

“We have chickens, enough for all of us.” said Dynamic.
“We are going to cook curry, chicken curry for all of us.” said Fluid.
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to help us with anything.” said Uranium.

Thus the three good friends cooked up a delicious smell chicken curry. The rice had cooked and they served everything on the table. The table was set in no time and soon everyone was sitting at the table waiting to eat.

Dynamic put the rice on everybody plates. Uranium poured the curry gravy on the rice. Fluid put the chicken pieces on everybody plates… except for Monkey.

So Monkey waited a bit, for somebody to put at least a piece of chicken on his plate. Dynamic had started to eat, Fluid had begun chomping his chicken pieces and Uranium was putting aside his veggies… Still, nobody bother to notice that Monkey had no chicken pieces on his plate.

Monkey poked around the bowl full of curry gravy, hoping he can get a piece of chicken for himself, thinking that he had to serve himself. A little bit later, he was disappointed that all of the chicken pieces were already been distributed among the three good friends of his.

He kept quiet, eating his rice and chicken gravy curry until it finished, nodding politely when one of his good friends asked him to get second helping.

On that dinner, he had known his three friends better. Those chicken pieces that he could not eat told him that in the future; there will be more chicken pieces that he will be offered but not able to eat. His friends, by being too polite had offended him and shown insincerity when the invite him to eat with them.

No matter how good a friend are, when it comes to food, only then you will know whether they are truly a good friend or not.