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I recently moved into a place I am renting, after grooming in the room (pic above) that I’ve been since December 1991, which she will be taking over soon. I digressed, the quickest way to make myself feel at home, is to decorate the new room the way I am at least sometimes familiar with. Click here to see.
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I woke up this morning to see cat shit the cat left in my bathroom sink.
I must admit it woke me up. Fast enough to ask myself if I had done something adventurous while sleep walking.
I don’t think it can be done while walking. Can it?
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For homework, a class were asked to draw their parents at work. This is one of the drawings. Here’s the letter the teacher received the next day:
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Dear Mrs. Jackson,
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at X and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week after the floods hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had and then I found one more in stock and several people were fighting over who would get it. Her picture doesn’t show me dancing around a pole. It’s supposed to depict me selling the last shovel we had in the store. From now on I will remember to check her homework before she hands it in.
Sincerely,
X.
After a long day, as I am about to make a move for home, semiconsciously searching for something lighthearted to generate what I call, a smile state of mind, I found myself searching for this song before beginning my journey.
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Do you know how when you see in movies, a person is suffocated to death by the murderer covering the victims face with a pillow? It doesn’t work if you have a sizeable nose. To the humour, (frustration) and fascination of two people not too long ago.
‘Dei brudder, bini aku buat kueh tiga hari tiga malam, sampai tak sedar bontot melecet.’
-Anon

Not the envelope in question. This was a birthday present sent by PA when she was in Peru, which surprisingly (at least) arrived on the month of my birthday, despite the treatment she got from the postal office. Note the precaution on the address, which I find hilarious, underlined 'MALAYSIA, ASIA.'
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Recently, someone dropped off a CD for me at a restaurant. My cousin picked it up on my behalf. Last night he narrated to me what took place.
I’m here to pick up a CD. It’s for Zain HD. It’s from X.
Oh? Hmmm…oh yea yea there’s a CD here. Who is it for?
Zain HD.
Oh. Hmm…I don’t know. Is it for Faris?
Faris?
Yea. It’s for Faris.
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No? Not for Faris?
No no. Zain HD.
Oh okay. I don’t know. Maybe this is it anyway. I guess. Here you go.
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We’re still wondering from where did he pluck the name Faris. The CD in question, was in a brown envelope with one thing written on it. ‘Zain HD.’





