526. Monkey

Pocketeers
...am going to bukit bendera with the housemates,
seems like none of them ever gone to bukit bendera
yet? ohh.. i tot they're 'orang penang'?
their kad pengenalan did say they're born in penang.
ohh this is just like me who never goes up that
tower in alorsetar yet lah kot.. humm humm

Once i did told u guys about the monkey theory.
when we're working in the kilang, or in the office..
and even in the pelantar minyak...
we are given tasks,
'siapkan report ni!'
'kotak kat belakang tu susun tak lagi?'
'horlick dah abih, order lagi 4 carton'
now these instruction can be from the supervisor
or from yourself. as i know all of u are a good
and self initiative worker.
(Iyooo lah!! tak ketuk tak gerak gak pahat nii)

whenever this 'instruction' were given to us,
it's just like a small handphone size monkey
conjured out of the thin air lurking around.
this monkey when they're young... they'll be as
cute as any monkey u see out there. But if they've
become adult.. they'll start to bug u.
'oooiiihhh.. report bila nak siap?'
'kotak tu tau susuk lagi keeeee!!?'
'horlick! horlick! horlick!'
and eventually its not the monkey that is bugging u,
its the superior saying.. 'u are stupid la pocket,
i've given u a report last two weeks and till today,
its not on my desk yet!! what year were u born?
tahun lembu?'
adehhlaaaa......

so u got to solve the monkey.
give it to someone else is a great thing to do,
if u can... tell those bangla to susun the kotak for u,
or give the report to the clerk and pay her RM40
to finish it up for u... anything to keep the monkey
off your back.
Cause u know what? an adult monkey will
be ruining your private life, hurting your wife
and leaving their poo in your little baby's cradle.
... (masaalah keja terbawak bawak balik umah.. get it?)

ok that was the previous story...
i've notice lately that stories from your past experience
and secrets that u keep inside of u are also like monkey,
they're more like demons though... rattling your rib-cage trying
to get out. the need to spill it out to someone is tormenting.
and will the demon eat u up inside?
i guess it will... and u'll end up broken with hollow heart.
that is why we need a partner that can keep our secret i guess.
someone who can hear our story but never let it out running
in the wild.

That is why we blog i guess....
to tell stories from deep within.
To ajnabi who our secret are safe with.