499. Stro

Pocketeers,

Kita selalu heran kan orang mengamok.
kenapa dia melenting sangat?
aku cuma wat lawak pasal dia
makan coklat ditengah ari jer poon..
kenapa marah mengamok sampai
nak baling baling staepler?

Kita selalu heran kan suami isteri yg gaduh.
Kesian kat laki dia, tak talipon pasal lambat
balik pun bini dia mintak cerai? ada laki lain
kot?

Kita selalu heran pasangan yang tak jadi.
bercinta dah 4 tahun.
Best couple among us.
lovey dovey tak hengat!
wit berlambak lambak dah abis
utk maintain hubungan tu,
let it be jauh dekat..
let it be sibuk lapang.
last last pasal cik abang tak datang
dating pasal jam, cik adik tu ajak break
ngan alasan.. dalam mata mamat
tu tak der pun dia di masa depan.
oh lantak la apa pun maksud ayat tu.
pocket tak paham.

Kenapa yer? benda simple jer..
tapi pencetus kemusnahan.
well the answer is here ...
Mr G punyer ayat ni..
(Of course la english idioms kan..
tp pasal MrG yg bg pocket tahu..
so the credit is to him)


'The Straw That Broke The Camels Back'

Wikipedia link nya sini.
Macam yang kita tahu, unta digunakan utk bawak
barang yg banyak masa mengembara kat tanah arab.
kiranya sikit lagi lori tayar 8 lah ni, setakat pashmina
600 helai tu, sebelah jer dia bawak.. sebelah lagi buleh
jer taruk jeans siam lagi 80pasang! :D

Patah wei!! patah la satgi.. adeehhhh!!!

so dalam idiom ni dikatakan unta tu dok bawak 'straw'
Dey!! bukan stro yg guna utk minum kat MekDi tu lah!
'straw' ni jerami tuu.
so kalau pun unta tu buleh bawak seberat mana pung,
jerami terakhir yang ringan tak patut tu pun, buleh mematah
kan pinggang makhluk Allah tu.
Ayat ni nak bagitau kater..
Beban terakhir tu ringan jer..
tapi beban terakhir tu lah yg
mematah kan pinggang cik unta
kita pasal... dah banyak sangat
beban dok tanggung boss.
banyak sangat dah..
banyak sangat dah.....

Untuk yang mengamok baling staepler tuu...
-banyak sangat dah yang kamu wat kurang ajar beb,
ayat last ko pasal makan coklat ditengah hari tu memang
yang terakhir yg buleh aku sabor kan... coklat tu la
lunch aku, penat tau tak nak buat keja, nak kena marah
ngan boss lagi... ko buleh persoalkan aku makan coklat
biarpun bukan masa break aku? nak hamik kau,
staepler jer aku baling ke kening kiri kamu.
Nasib baik kena... nasib baik kena..

Untuk si isteri yang mintak cerai tuu....
-Ima sabar banyak dah ngan perangai abang yang
selalu balik lambat, selalu tak kisah pasal anak anak..
katanya anak anak pesan nasik goreng, abang gi
menyembang sampai dinner diorang sampai umah
kul 11 malam! bebudak tu tido dalam kelaparan tahu tak!!
Kalau Ima ada kat umah, dari pagi lagi Ima masakkan
samting tapi Ima kena outstation!! kesian la kat anak anak!
tu tak yah kira la ngan panggilan talipon asing yang
tak perlu Ima bincangkan lagi, ngan mak abang yang
tak suka kan karier ima lagi, beli umah dekat pun salah.
nak pindah gi dok singapore tak bagi pulak..
so malam ni abang gi maner tadi? kenapa tak jawab talipon?

Untuk CikAdik yang ajak break tuu..
-Our future was never mentioned in our conversations,
u took the job at JB, i tot we're going to stay in KL?
I wanted to buy a car, and u said to go on..
what about the wedding.. are we ever having any?
even after all these years of being together,
never once that u've introduced me as your future
companion in life to your father and mother.. what
wat that about? Are we really having something here?
or u'r trying to keep your option open?
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'The Straw That Broke The Camels Back'

374. The Waving Hare

This story somehow stayed in my mind,

A joke MrG told me, wonder if i've ever told u before,

I'm sorry if I have (Then this will be a double post)

but for those who never heard this before,

here it is.

Cheer up will ya,

weekend is right after these few hours.

Two guys were driving, one short another was tall.

They were listening to the bonjovi's song

over and over again, talking about their life and

discussing their past sins..

Well what else can a guy talk about?

As they were driving the long straight road by the woods,

a hare jump out of nowhere trying to cross the road.

As what u'd thought would happen, they hit the hare.

Down the hare goes tumbling a few time to stop still

on the ground.

Down the hare goes tumbling...

The tall guy stop the car, got out and went running to the

injured hare. The hare was breathing heavily trying its best

to live a second more.. or a few second more.. hoping for his

wife to come along maybe, to tell her that he love her. We

dont know this.. Not related to the story, lets ignore.

The tall guy pittied the little fella, he tried heart

massaging, CPR, aqupunture and everything a person can to

revive the poor thing, but non prevails.

As he was about to give up ad start to read the hare's

talkin... The short guy got up and went to the car's trunk

bringing back with him a weird looking bottle.

He emptied the bottle content onto the hare's body

and massage it a little bit, and so they wait.

Not long after that, the hare start to twitch,

the eyes start to open, some sound coming

from the hare, and before u know it, its starting to

come about and run its way to the woods.

But the strangest thing happen, the hare stop every 10step

to look back and wave its hand like i'm waving u good bye.

he run again and by the 20th step, he stop again and wave,

maybe he's trying to say thank you?

kept on doing the same thing till u cant see

him anymore lost in the darkness of the woods.

The tall guy interested in what was the bottle content asked

his friend. The short guy just smile and show the bottle label

that says..

"Hair Restorer With Permanent Wave"

Heheheh :D

Happy Weekend Pocketeers,

see u next week

322. Firwan the Wanderer

Pocketeers,
in my stories i often use names as actual person name.
they're merely character just to make my story more lively.

Farid: a common name for a man, any man..
Ima : a common name for a lady, any lady...
Pocket : well the writer of course...
Mr G : pocket's direct supervisor...
Mr Big: pocket's big boss...

so today i'm going to introduce u to another character.
hopefully he will be just as interesting as others.

His name is firwan. Now now..
u know that this name is not even existed right?
i just made it up.. his real name is short and less
fancy name.. a more malay name, like dollah, samad or ali.

So Firwan is a guy who wanders alot. he think too much.
i dont think he took science or mathematics in his SPM
because he is more to sastera... the guy who are good with words.
he doesnt speak like all of us, u know...
when i wanna say 'your idea most likely is not appropriate wit the girls'
i'll say it like this 'idea hang tak sesuai ngan depa kooot'
but Firwan will say it like this ...
'aku rasa cadangan hang tu berkemungkinan besar
tidak selari dengan pandangan para gadis sekalian'

long and winding with imbuhan here and there,
sound like your Bahasa Melayu teacher spoke
when he's trying to make a point.

Cutting the story short ...
today Firwan made a sound...
'Gadis tu bagaikan hiasan utama siTuan rumah,
Membelinya senang, menjaganya yang susah,
dan akhirnya terabai dan berhabuk, jatuh dan pecah,
untuk diganti baru siTuan Rumah...'

oi oi!! bukan senang nak ganti baru ooiii...
nak melepaskan 'hiasan' tu banyak procedure woooo!!

happy holiday everyone...
i'm stuck at cleaning :(