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1 Feb 2012

Cerita...India hair

Agus sedang melancong ke Singapore, suatu hari dia lewat ke little india.
Di ujung jalan dia lihat seorang india yg sedang duduk sambil elus2 kumisnya yg lumayan panjang
Merasa baru sekali ini dia melihat kumis yg panjang dan terawat, dia tertarik untuk mendekat.
“Sir, this is the first time I ever saw a person with a very long and neat moustache. May I touch it?”
“Oh sure…sure..” (sambil geleng2 pala)
Timbul ide untuk membeli satu rambut dari kumis india ini sebagai suvenir.
“With your permission, may I buy one hair of your moustache for  a souvenir?”
“Oh sure..sure Sir. For $5 you can get it”
ah, murah amat..dia piara tuh kumis aja udah berapa tahun..
Akhirnya Agus keluarkan $5 buat si india.
Kemudian sejenak si india berdiri…sambil ngendorin celananya dia masukkan tangan ke dalam celana dalamnya…tuing… dicabutnya satu bulu dan diberikan ke Agus.
Melihat hal ini Agus kaget…
“What? I mean I want to buy one hair from your moustache! not from down there!”
Si india dengan tenang menjawab
“Sir…on top showroom…below store room”

4 Nov 2011

Cerita...Why Red Indian Names Are Long?


A little Red Indian boy asked his father, the big chief and witch
doctor of the tribe, "Papa, why is it that we always have long names,
while the white men have shorter names - Bill, Tex or Sam, for example?"

His father replied, "Look, son, our names represent a symbol, a sign,
or a poem for our culture --not like the white men,
who repeat their names from generation to generation. Also, it is part of
our makeup that in spite of everything, we survive.

For example, your sister's name is Small Romantic Moon Over The Lake,
because on the night she was born, there was a beautiful moon reflected
in the lake.

Then there's your brother, Big White Horse of the Prairies, because he
was born on a day that the big white horse who gallops over the prairies
of the world appeared near our camp and is a symbol of our capacity to
live and the life force of our people.
It's very simple and easy to understand.

Do you have any other questions, Little Broken Condom Made in China ?"