Sunday, 18 July 2010

save it for a rainy day.

“Never trust a computer you can’t throw out a window. “
-Steve Wozniak-

I've got nothing much to blog about lately, so as much as I am against copying and pasting stuff into my blog (coz, well, I think blogs are meant for people with their own original point of views, not by copying what others say), I found this interesting joke in a forwarded mail, and I thought I'd save it for a rainy day.

Rainy day being, one of the days when I realize I have gone too many days "unblogged", and despite the fear that people may stop coming here for lack of posts, I still haven't found the inspiration to blog.

Like now.

So here it is:

An old kampung imam had a teenage son, and it was getting time the boy should give some thought to choosing a profession. Like many young men his age, the boy didn't really know what he wanted to do, and he didn't seem too concerned about it.

One day, while the boy was away at school, his father decided to try an experiment. He went into the boy's room and placed on his study table four objects.

1. The Holy Quran.
2. A fifty ringgit note.
3. A bottle of whiskey.
4. And a Playboy magazine.

'I'll just hide behind the door," the old imam said to himself. "When he comes home from school today, I'll see which object he picks up."

"If it's the holy book, he's going to be an Imam like me, and what a blessing that would be!"

"If he picks up the fifty ringgit note, he's going to be a business man, and that would be okay, too."

"But if he picks up the bottle, he's going to be a no-good drunken bum, and God, what a shame that would be."

"And worst of all if he picks up that magazine he's going to be a skirt-chasing womanizer."

The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son's foot-steps as he entered the house whistling and heading for his room..

The boy tossed his books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table. With curiosity in his eye, he walked over to inspect them. Finally, he picked up the Holy Book and placed it under his arm. He picked up the fifty ringgit note and dropped into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink, while he admired the magazine's centerfold.

"God have mercy," the old imam disgustedly whispered. "He's going to be an Umno Policitian!"

Okay, toodles.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Well put