Tuesday, June 06, 2006

World in Tulan – Part 1

What will you do, say if you happen to be in one of the most lousiest day, that is everyone you meet or yourself is tulan about something? Never right? Shall we create one scenario? Lets get started.

One morning, you woke up, your toothpaste has finish and you knock down your favorite facial cleanser accidentally into the toilet bowl. You felt so tulan at it. Then, as you get dressed up for work your favorite panty hose tore or your favorite pants’ zip found broken. You felt tulan again.

Fine, on your way driving to work you decided to stop at one good wan tan mee stall to take away your favorite dry wan tan mee. You walked up and fail to balance your step while crossing the small drain. You nearly fell into it. Unfortunately your high heels is broken. Now you have to limp to the stall. You tulan again. At that stall, the seller is also tulan because his daughter or son did not want to help him at the stall. He is so tulan that he cooked your wan tan mee tulan-ly and his wife also pack and look tulan-ly at you. Everyone is so tulan in the morning.

Then reaching the office, you had forgotten your ID pass and now you have to wait for another half an hour so that when the first person arrives you can go in together. Not so tulan but you can sleep in the car for the moment. Unfortunately, the parking in the basement is so hot and stuffy. You need to go up to the lobby area in hoping that the cafeteria is open. Luckily it is open but they won’t let you in because no outside food allowed. You told him you will be ordering extras. Still the Indian macha shook his head and spoke the heaviest British accent you ever heard in your life, “No, I am sorry”. You and your wan tan mee have to go. Tulan again, you just go find one place to sit, eat and wait. After half an hour, you noticed there is some small stain of wan tan mee gravy on your best blouse. You wanted scream and punch people but you need to maintain your coolness as more people are coming into the lobby to work. Immediately, you go to the nearest toilet. All bear the sign, “ROSAK”. So tulan, you just ignored it and went up.

Finally, the receptionist is there to open your door for you. You reach your cubicle to found out a virus has infected your pc reported by the technician. The virus will cause your pc to run very slow. Again, you have to wait for your emails to pop out, you reply late, you send late, you get the latest info later than everybody. Even work is slow. All due to the virus. Tulan! At least, you can claimed, “It’s the virus, you know what it will do lar.” You sighed and accept the fact that the technician working their best to looking for an antidote or tool to clean your pc. Meeting came and go without one of your ideas being accepted plus subjected to words of challenge from your peers. Tulan. You tried to shout, “what the hell do you know?! You just sit there, eat and get fat like a pig! My ideas, you asked, you reject, then you take it for your own credit! Tulan! Tulan!” However, that is so unprofessional. Tulan again.



Is sky the limit… to be continue…

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