Nevermind, its just business and you carried on with your other mundane office task. Lunchtime came and you were served with the usual. Everybody at the table also felt tulan because boss had issued a lame report that their sales are not doing well and restructuring may be a possibility. Tulan. You just continued on and you hope no problems from 2pm till 5:30pm. Wrong. A customer called up to complain that the product he bought yesterday is not working as expected as it was in the sales briefing. He got so tulan and cursed everyone from the company top level to the bottom level. Your boss held you responsible and you need to call up to the customer and try to leverage it. The customer shoot you maximum and you can’t just take it, you screamed and banged the phone. Everyone got up to look and even your boss. “I AM TULAN! WHAT THE F*&K!”, you cried. Everybody came over and try to console you. Your boss just looked at you and walked back to his cubicle. “Hmm… nowadays young people just do not have the patience… in my time”, your boss sighed and his olden days movie start to reel in his pathetic mind.
End of day, you felt so relieved, you happily packed home and felt the tulan feeling had subsided. Unfortunately, you just cannot believe your eyes. Your good Vios has been clamped. You parked at the wrong box. Tulan feeling again. You searched for the nearest security office and pay the fine. At that point, the security being a Myammar understand English little and is having some problem trying to catch what you were saying. You tried switching Malay and English languages with him. Finally, you gave up and drag him to your car. You pointed at that and said, “KNNMCHTNS, you clamped my car!” You indicated money and unclamped. Only he now understood, “lei chou kong lar!”. He can speaks Cantonese! So tulan you wish you just whip up a rifle and blast him off to where he came from.
Of course, you are now on your way home already. Traffic was so bad and you are now unable to move your car. Hunger pang strikes, you search your car’s glove box for some tidbits or biscuits. Yes, you do find it but it tasted so weird and soggy. It has expired. Now that bite of the big biscuit is in your mouth. Tissue box is empty and you can’t just PTUI in your car. Or even outside the car. Because you have to maintain your lady likeness. Who knows next to your car is a handsome man who is watching you doing such a unattractive way. You looked around. Ok, you are clear to do that. Once finish a called came. You were spotted by your colleague, the person you hated most in the office, and he teased you for such a disgusting person. You feel like hanging up his phone. Before doing so, maybe you will scream some profanities. You just laughed and say good bye and wish this lane would move. So embarrassed and tulan at the same time.
You reach your home and a pack of cold economy rice. While the economy rice is getting heated up in the microwave, you went into the bathroom for a dip. You slip in, smelled of lavender and its is nice and relaxing. After some time, you realize your microwave is still heating up. After some thoughts, you decided to go check out your food. Oh my god, you cried. The microwave is a broken and it won’t stop heating your poor food. Its now burnt economy rice. You cursed your day, your life for the moment, your dateless life, your pay, your loan, your scoundrel girlfriends, your boss, your company, your wan tan mee, your car, your economy food and the last, the traffic. Now you ended up with Meh G noodle. You just felt so taxed and felled asleep in the living room couch… POOOF!
It is just a dream. You finally wake up from that terrible tulan dream. You sweated and felt relieved. That is not going to happen. As you go to your toilet, you realized your toothpaste is finish and unknowingly you knocked down your favorite facial cleanser…
* Twiligh Zone music playing *
Disclaimer: This is just another story cocked up by me. It is not related to anyone or event in this particular entry. Even if it does, it is just purely coincidence and fictional.
Is sky the limit… * Twilight zone music playing *
End of day, you felt so relieved, you happily packed home and felt the tulan feeling had subsided. Unfortunately, you just cannot believe your eyes. Your good Vios has been clamped. You parked at the wrong box. Tulan feeling again. You searched for the nearest security office and pay the fine. At that point, the security being a Myammar understand English little and is having some problem trying to catch what you were saying. You tried switching Malay and English languages with him. Finally, you gave up and drag him to your car. You pointed at that and said, “KNNMCHTNS, you clamped my car!” You indicated money and unclamped. Only he now understood, “lei chou kong lar!”. He can speaks Cantonese! So tulan you wish you just whip up a rifle and blast him off to where he came from.
Of course, you are now on your way home already. Traffic was so bad and you are now unable to move your car. Hunger pang strikes, you search your car’s glove box for some tidbits or biscuits. Yes, you do find it but it tasted so weird and soggy. It has expired. Now that bite of the big biscuit is in your mouth. Tissue box is empty and you can’t just PTUI in your car. Or even outside the car. Because you have to maintain your lady likeness. Who knows next to your car is a handsome man who is watching you doing such a unattractive way. You looked around. Ok, you are clear to do that. Once finish a called came. You were spotted by your colleague, the person you hated most in the office, and he teased you for such a disgusting person. You feel like hanging up his phone. Before doing so, maybe you will scream some profanities. You just laughed and say good bye and wish this lane would move. So embarrassed and tulan at the same time.
You reach your home and a pack of cold economy rice. While the economy rice is getting heated up in the microwave, you went into the bathroom for a dip. You slip in, smelled of lavender and its is nice and relaxing. After some time, you realize your microwave is still heating up. After some thoughts, you decided to go check out your food. Oh my god, you cried. The microwave is a broken and it won’t stop heating your poor food. Its now burnt economy rice. You cursed your day, your life for the moment, your dateless life, your pay, your loan, your scoundrel girlfriends, your boss, your company, your wan tan mee, your car, your economy food and the last, the traffic. Now you ended up with Meh G noodle. You just felt so taxed and felled asleep in the living room couch… POOOF!
It is just a dream. You finally wake up from that terrible tulan dream. You sweated and felt relieved. That is not going to happen. As you go to your toilet, you realized your toothpaste is finish and unknowingly you knocked down your favorite facial cleanser…
* Twiligh Zone music playing *
Disclaimer: This is just another story cocked up by me. It is not related to anyone or event in this particular entry. Even if it does, it is just purely coincidence and fictional.
Is sky the limit… * Twilight zone music playing *
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