Today mom dragged me out of bed at such an obscene hour. Needless to say i was cranky like a starved baboon. My bones, muscle and head hurt, obviously from last night’s Panadol. I’m really not a morning person. But i did sleepily brushed my teeth and got dressed all in the name of filial piety and because i can’t stand her intense nagging for another second… uhm… mostly the second.

Against my better judgment i had agreed to accompany her to some annual shareholder meeting. You know, those meetings where mostly retired old folks or unemployed, basically people with time to spare, goes to just to get some freebies or door gifts. But the thing is you never know what you’re gonna get till you are there. The last time i fell for mom’s trap, we drove all the way to KL to get a useless plastic clock with the name of the company stamped in huge letters across the face.

With such a ‘fun’ outing planned, i of course wouldn’t leave Mr. Bf out. *wakakaka!

So mom and both of us went there separately. I really must applaud Mr Bf’s patience because i was complaining the whole way, small tantrum thrown in to garnish. God help me, i was held against my will and i was tired and hungry too, ok.

But this made my day.

Mr. Bf: Psst… (in a whisper) i’ll tell you a secret.

Me: What?! What?

Mr. Bf: I have a dream.

Me: Huh???

Mr. Bf: Since i was a kid i had a dream… (grinning like a Cheshire Cat)

Me: What is it then?! Quick tell me.

Mr. Bf: I always wanted to be a ….. (pause for dramatic effect)

Me: Argh… and? (fingers ready to pinch his nipples less he tells me straight)
 
 

Then in a deadpan expression,
 
 
 
 

Mr. Bf: I always wanted to be a… mafia.
 
 

So let’s give Mr. Bf another round of applause. Yes! And again!

Whilst i’m typing this i’m trying very hard to balance the laptop while standing. I have to perform standing ovation in the honor of Malaysia’s very own Joker 2009 don’t i?
 
 

Psst: Do you want to know what we got from the meeting? 2 bags of plant fertilizer each. Wtf.