Chicken's back!!!

Dear oh dear, tis 2011 and it's this Chicken's God-knows-how-many-years-tis-been year blogging. Can't believe I'm still blogging - and to think they say blogging is losing steam (well they've been saying that since 2009 anyway, but who cares?).

And this Chicken has a great entry this morning.

Guess what Farmer has asked this Chicken to fart out, all in the spirit of the new year? Yep! That's right. This Chicken has been tasked to take over a little stupid basket started by a stupid Barbarian back in the cave years.

Thing is, this little basket is so useless that all this while This Chicken has never even grant a glance through. The morning went like this:

Farmer: Chicken, can you fart out a couple of eggs to fill up this basket?

Chicken: Er this basket? What is it about ya?

Farmer: Oh you know, about something funny and quirky and not-so-eggy. Hmm I don't know?

Chicken: Actually, all this while that the Barbarian started this basket, I really didn't get it either.

Farmer: The basket says it's a basket of things you can learn something about.

Chicken: And the funny, quirky, not-so-eggy part?

Farmer: Tak tahulah I. (I'm not sure either.)

Chicken: So what do want me to fart out then.

Farmer: Anything lah.

Chicken: If it's anything then I rather suggest we kill this basket. Why waste coop space?

Farmer: OK, OK. (Thinking hard...) Anything not so straight-forward eggy.

Chicken: Just a couple of those?

Farmer: Yes.

Chicken: Will do.

Moral of the story. If you're a farmer and you're running a coop, make sure you know everything about it. Otherwise the chickens will laugh at you.

Happy New Year!

Team Malaysia

When our sportsmen and sportswomen do badly, we...
A] say "Biasalah... Tak boleh harap... Jaguh Kampung.."
B] tell our kids to practice their piano/violin/electone/ballet cause athletes don't make money
C] get frustrated and start doing some damage
D] read Manchester United vs Chelsea scores as lead story on Sports news

When our sportsmen and sportswomen do well, we...
A] quickly tell our peers that we have been a football/badminton/tracks fan for years
B] take our kids to the nearby park to have a bit of football/badminton/tracks activities
C] feel all jubilant and talk-jock even with the people we hate at the office
D] read how the use of laser has affected the performance of the team that our sportsmen beat

Let's hope our boys do well in the next 90-odd minutes!

Boy oh boy!

Why is it so cold today...? I wish the weather is much warmer outside so that I can play.

How to ease traffic jam in Malaysia

Just chatted with a friend a few minutes ago, and with great despair I made a mental note right after finishing the chat which says, "I think I've lost P."

P is my friend, Pooh.

He's a Javanese/Malay chap who will be migrating to UK in a week. Like me he's an X-Genner, but unlike me he went to a high-profile boarding school, sponsored by the government to get higher education, went to work in a local MNC, married a girl who 'doesn't fancy Malaysian food'...

I asked him, "Will you be one of those folks who goes, 'All that is Malaysian is bad, and it is so much better in UK?'"

He replied, "Are there many people like that?"

I said, "Quite a number, yes, those 'More Mat Salleh than Mat Sallehs'."

"But if there are so many of those people than don't you think it's true?"

I inwardly gasped. Sorry. That's me, the Malaysian me. The one who will love my country no matter what bad things goes on on its soil, tis still my mother earth.

He continued, "I'm Muslim, I'm not a Mat Salleh."

"Are you saying, you're a proud Muslim but a not-so-proud Malaysian then? Or worse, a not-so-proud Malay?"

He said I sounded racists, and he's a proud Muslim, he loves every other Muslim regardless if they're Chinese, Indian or Mat Salleh.

Oh what a heartbreak? That wasn't my intention at all (to be/sound racists). Told him that if my 'Malay comment' is me trying to preach to him that I should be proud of Ketuanan Melayu and about being superior than other races, sorry, that's not where I was heading. (In fact if that's what you're implying, then you're more racist than I am, if I am at all.)

I was more heading towards being able (as a Malay) to appreciate that somewhere inside my genetic makeup I have talent to do joget (though I can't right now, not that my macarena is so hot either), and knowing that my love for petai and tapai are inherited from my gran's grans.

It's about being proud, associated, connected to my genes and heritage. Forget all that Perlembagaan stuff. I'm not qualified to talk about it. I never read it. And there wasn't a film made to chronicle it. I wish there was one.

But I've watch Yasmin Ahmad movies. I remember her going, "I want the Malays to be Malays, the Chinese to be Chinese, the Indians to be Indians, the Ibans being Ibans..."

I knew exactly what she meant. I identified exactly what her vision was. She just wanted all of us to be happy with the way each one of us are. There's no need to be serving mooncakes during Raya Haji just to demonstrate your 1Malaysia spirit. I bet Yasmin would give me a hi-five if only she could hear me saying this right now.

Back to P.

I wished him well anyway. Told him he'll enjoy making UK his new home. Having 12 children there. Sending Salam Perantau photo to Harian Metro to let his parents and their friends see what his offsprings look like having fun playing with the snow man.

I'm still shaking my head right now. I can't believe he succumbed to being predictible. Wonder if it is a set thing for the boarding school boys and babes to go "When I was in UK... " and "My dream house is a piece of property in Notting Hill..."

Tis already an accepted thing to have them go, "I want to be married by the time I'm 26, have 1.5 children by the time I'm 30 and own a UK property by the time I'm 33, get Datukship by the time I'm 35..." It's like they all leave their respective hostels with the same Gantt chart to put up on the wall.

I remember one 'Who wants to be a millionaire' contestant who answered Jalaluddin Hassan's question to what she'll do if she wins a million ringgit... and she goes, "Well, a million ringgit is not enough for me to buy a house in UK to settle in.." and sounding as if that question just managed to pull her mood down. Like "Boo hoo..."

I get a feeling more and more educated Malays who are of my age do not have faith in Malaysia anymore. They have no sense of belonging to their home country, no sense of pride of their origin, no feeling of I-O-U to the government (though flawed) that gave them the scholarship that eventually led them to the UK/US/AU whatever other country that they feel so strongly about simply by having stayed there for a coupla years.

I've met some people and have friends who did go overseas to study - not even on gov grant, note that - and they have more love for their home country. Sure they do appreciate Subway sandwiches, Starbucks coffee and the public transportation model in Washington or Tokyo more, but they think our own Putra LRT and health ministry are quite cool though the education system could do with a full-blown reshuffle. Thank God for these fellas. I see them as folks who love their country but hey, they're (and I am) not blind either.

I wonder if this is worth feeling sad about? For a milisecond, yes, I guess. Malaysia could use more folks with skills, brains, experience who could contribute towards making this country better. This country is not perfect, I doubt it will ever be, but I still love it!

I guess to those folks who are like P, who think other countries (Singapore/UK/US/Australia /whatever) are so much better than Malaysia (which I'm sure by certain standards and measures they are, and there's nothing wrong about admitting that they are either) by all means, follow your American dreams. I'm sure those countries will welcome you with open arms.

Leave my Malaysia to me.

I ranted this much to my friend who quipped, "If those folks love it there so much, migrate lah. Less traffic jam for us!"

But hey, Good Luck P! Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha and Maaf Zahir Batin!

Not that cool: flying, mind-reading or super strength

^ Silver Scorpian, the first cross-cultural superhero with disabilities created by bringing together Syrian and American youth with disabilities in Damascus, Syria as part of the Open Hands Initiative’s inaugural Youth Ability Summit. Silver Scorpian is a Muslim, who loses his legs in a tragic landmine accident and must learn to come to terms with the reality of his disability while learning to use his newfound power to fight for social inclusion, equity and justice. Artwork by LLC, story by AP.

When I was a kid I thought flying is one of the most wonderful thing, next to invisibility. But here's a bunch of Syrian and American kids (well they're kids of today, not a yesteryear batch like me) who believes other super powers are way much more cool than flying, mind-reading or the capability to lift an airplane.

Check out this Yahoo! entry:

New Muslim comic book superhero on the way

Raya lessons

I remember kutuking a couple of tudung mamas who sit by at a corner with their toddler, taking the opportunity to rest instead of getting busy and helping out at family gatherings, raya open houses and so on.

Now that I have a family of my own, I learnt that, yep, the those mamas were lazy. But I'd like to apologize anyway for my badmouthing, as I now know that taking care of a toddler can be quite a tiring task anyway. But that said, I still think there are tasks that you can do while taking care of a toddler, for example putting the hooks on french-lace curtains, filling up the cookie canisters, folding laundry, shouting at other toddlers who are trying to watch blue films on DVDs...

Anyway.

My raya wasn't much different from before, except now it's so much fun to receive duit raya envelopes once again. And counting the money everytime before we sleep. And making beeline to relatives' houses that we didn't get to visit previous year.

What's different is that I have a house to clean. Clothes to wash and dry and fold and bring. Shopping to do in Ramadhan (tiring!).

And more people to wish Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir Batin to. Which includes you.

So I had a bad day...

Today could possibly one of the days that started bad, and it might likely go worse (after all tis only 11AM right now). And I'm betting I'm not the only one thinking like this.

For anyone sane enough to feel nice, unhappy, cool, upset, energised or deflated, it is quite a normal thing to have a bad day. Take me for example. I just saw one of the stupidest mistakes a human can make, and the a**hole is not even sorry about it. The baddest part of this all is that it is a costly mistake. One that can't, or rather shouldn't happen to anyone who have just gone through a rough patch - scratch that - it shouldn't happen to anyone period.

So what do I do? Take my Sony Walkman out. Blare Alanis Morissette's You Oughta Know. Leave the premise. Head to where I'm needed.

She started slow and steady, within 5 seconds my mind began to focus on the song. It got me thinking, "Man, she sounds steely mad. Perhaps madder than I am right now."

As I crank up the volume I heard Flea's basslines and I could imagine his fingers plucking and slapping as furiously as Alanis' vocal going "And everytime I scratch my nails down someone else's back I hope you feel it.. Well can you feel it?"

Inevitably I began singing, "It's not fair! To deny me of the cross I bear that you gave to me! Ya! Ya! Yah!" Perhaps a bit too loudly that the gal sitting next to me on the Rapid KL bus is beginning to scoot a few inch away. Ah she doesn't know that I'm just sharing my pain with Alanis.

I feel like handing her my left earpiece so that she can share too. I'm sure she must have had a bad day or two, even if today started well for her.

And that's what music can do for you.

Panas, panas, panas...

I thought things are bad when you don't get good grades.

I thought people are mean when they make you wait.

I thought life sucks when you get low pay.

Turns out ultra sad equals to babies being thrown away.

Gile ke ape buang2 bayi ni? Or kes abuse budak. I don't know what is wrong with these people...

Thinking makes me happy

If you're unhappy, try think of happy thoughts. If that gets you nowhere, just get naked!

Chicken ponders the meaning of egg

Ever wondered what's the meaning of life? Surely tis more worthwhile than pondering the meaning of egg.

What is the meaning of an egg? For This Chicken, an egg is, and forever will be, just an egg.

One with the white part and the yellow yolk. Cholesterol high and protein rich. Easy to digest and fulfilling to a certain degree.

Yet the Big Farmers are asking, "Yo you Chicken you, c'mon add some more meaning into yer eggs."

So This Chicken ponders, just what exactly, is the meaning of an egg, and what ever can you add on to add more to it?

Can an egg be more than just an egg?

Krocet Karat

If I have a band, I'd be the tambourine player and the name of the band would be Krocet Karat. I don't do other instruments that well. OK I've studied electone a bit but now I'm so rusty I can only play a couple of Mozart's pieces as well as the highly dramatic tune from The Godfathers. Only it won't sound so dramatic once I'm done with it.

Anyway, like my electone playing skills, I've found out today that I'm highly rusty at writing as well. I mean, c'mon, I'm not even sure whether it should be "rusty at writing" or "rusty in writing" in the first place. But hey, if my band Krocet Karat had to disband for some odd reason, I'd pick the name Rusty in Writing for the second band that I'm gonna form. But let's get my first band organised first.

But I've got no time to set a band - I've got a million things to write about: several gadgets to review, several people to interview, several events to report and bla bla bla.

SO CAN SOMEBODY TELL ME HOW TO WRITE A GUDDANG PUBLISHABLE STORY?!

The point of this entry: Thank God for blogs. My fingers so malas already ohh...

Chicken & coffee

Today This Chicken enters The Coop armed with a GJ Choco Loco, sans Donkey though Farmer is still around, giving out minimal vibes all around, thank God.

Not much has happened. Though Donkey on shift is actually a great big cause to celebrate, This Chicken is being cautious - anything can happen in This Coop.

Feels OK lah actually, to be back at egging.

Holiday! Celebrate!

I'm going for a long leave this year end. Finally finished all the eggs that needed farting and all. And the system at the coop finally let me log on and key in my leave request.

So let's sing and be happy! I'll see you guys at the next Chicken Soup Convention!

I had to hold my pee

At last, I managed to get to a loo and pee. It took me 2 hours to get to work this morning. A warning bell triggered in my head when DJs started their traffic report by saying folks trying to get into KL should expect massive traffic jam on all roads leading into town today and tomorrow. But still, we were already on the road by then so all we could do was become collateral damage with the rest of the morning commuters.

Why? Well from where we came, cops were having a road block thingy in Cheras. Out of the four lanes (five for people who considers the emergency lane is actually a lane they are allowed to use even though they're not having an emergency) the cops only opened one. One freakin lane.

Why? Apparently some idiots are organising a demonstration in KL tomorrow, and things might get ugly.

Why? Those idiots like getting dirty on other people's expense, on the pretext of shoving justice up the system's ass, and they think they can get things done like that.

Really? Why? Yeah really. Because they're idiots.

Idiots who obviously don't care that some folks around here just want to get to work, get paid, and live a normal life. They don't care that some folks just want to send their kids to school and get them educated. They don't care, obviously, that they're causing other folks problems, just cause they think that their cause is a just cause.

Those idiots did not see what I saw this morning.

I saw in one car a couple was fighting - it looks as if the passenger got angry when the driver kept letting other cars jump the queue.

I saw two kids in school uniform crying, most likely cause they're running late to school.

I saw about four cars scratching each other as each of them try to align their vehicles into one lane, and one can't even tell who's got the right of way.

I saw two cars, on separate occasions, spluttered to a stop as their engines started to choke then die.

I saw a guy falling asleep behind the wheel!

And most importantly, I saw my bladder trembling as it fought the urge to release! Hell yeah, those idiots didn't see me hold my pee. Bastards.

Lessons learnt from holiday trip

As a responsible citizen of the Internet I felt obliged to share some knowledge gained from my recent holiday trip.

1. For destinations you can reach with Air Asia, go with Air Asia. MAS is shitty. Comparatively the former's seats are more comfortable, the stewardesses are more friendly and look at having to buy food off the catalogue as having more choices. Instead, the latter's plane is small and smelly, stewardesses prefer to address Mat Sallehs first locals second (and with an attitude that is not at all appealing as well), and with that kind of preference you end up eating the leftovers (whatever the Mat Sallehs didn't choose, that will be your meal). So for the price you pay, MAS is totally not worth it. Just as how Singapore Airlines is so not worth it compared to the more affordable Silk Air.

2. You can survive peak season holiday just by enjoying it, instead of cramming it.
Going for a holiday to a place that is experiencing its peak season (like school holidays peak season, not World Cup peak season) without booking ground arrangements is doable. You just have to allocate time and budget cut-offs as you choose your accomodation and check on the Internet the rates if you want to book for day-tours only after arrival. Do not aim too high (like trying to go to 6, 7 places in one day), rather, target the few must-go places that you really want to see and as for the rest, take it as bonus.

3. Be friends with locals, most of them are more helpful than you can imagine.
There are a lot of scammers and nasty people anywhere you go, but in most places, there are more good people around if you care to make time to make friends. Locals might not know which is the best hotel/motel/hostel to book, but they can tell you which parts of the place is most happenning, and perhaps most importantly, safe. They can also tell you where you can find good food at good rates, or how to avoid getting into trouble with the authorities.

4. Stop converting as you shop, specially when buying stuff you'll never find at home.
While most of us who travel on a budget tend to convert to local currency before buying souvenirs, that practice might make you bring back a whole bunch of foreign currency which you'd unlikely get to change back at a good rate. So why not set a rough figure on how much you'd want to spend (and not bring back) and only convert that much for souvenir shopping. If you find something you truly like, bargain like hell if it is overpriced. In cases you do not find anything worth lugging home, then save the currency on some other cool stuff like spa treatment or room service.

5. In places where transportation options are aplenty, do survey.
Many tourist spots tend to offer multiple transportation modes to get tourists from Sightseeing Spot A to Sightseeing Spot B. Spend your first day at the place surveying your options (as you go surveying for accomodation) so that you'll end up paying not only a cheaper rate but it might also get you there quicker. Plus, compared to car rental or private tours, when you jump into a group in a public transport, it is less likely that you'll be scammed (or sent to places where they scam you into buying) or get lost.

Still not over Alanis

My obsession with Alanis Morissette stuff was reignited some two weeks ago when my ex-car-pool mate Intan bought a new collection of the singer's work throughout her angst-happy-theatre-angst years.

Today I had a chance to take a two-hour trip for work and I listened to You Oughta Know like 15 times.

Yes. Back in 1996 I was hooked on that song, listened to it hundreds of times a day. Now more than 10 years later, I'm reliving it. Kinda made me feel young.

There's just so much to savour. So much to ponder. So much to take in and so much to appreciate. All from this one song.

It's not like I've ever been left heart-broken before. Nope, never had that chance of unrequited love, don't want to. But Alanis - and Glenn Ballard, Flea, David Navarro and Matt Laug - took me there and made me want to know what that kind of world can do to a person.

Ohh.. Flea was in his baddest ass in that song. In terms of musical expression and style, his work matched Alanis and Ballard's words and notes crochet to crochet, attack to attack.

No disrespect to Navarro nor Laug, but the bulk of the time I was relistening to that song, I was looking out for even the tiniest finger to string contact from Flea. Maybe I'm a bias when it comes to bass. I just love the sound.

(A bassist I know, Linda, once said, "Some bassists feels insecure because they think people think they're playing the easiest instrument. Kinda true when it comes to playing today's kind of song. And it was the easiest instrument I've ever picked up. So why not - yes, I'm insecure. But I never feel insecure whenever I managed to copy even a few bars of what Flea does." Hear hear Linda!)

Maybe I'm just too much of a Flea fan - tis cause of him that I bought RHCP albums without thinking. Though credits as high as they can get still goes to Kiedis (Anthony you're my man too!) as well.

Back to this song Alanis and Ballard wrote. The lyrics - oh the lyrics. It's femme anger on a different level - it felt like Alanis was championing her rights to be infuriated, unreasonable, bitter, sullen, enraged, exasperated. I could envision people coming to stand behind her and rooting for her cause.

And she's telling why shouldn't people be mad if they think they've been wronged? And how could anyone who's done such a thing to a person would even think of saying sorry or "Please don't be mad." cause when you reach the kind of anger Alanis is singing about, you don't really care what that person do or say anymore. You just want to be mad, really mad, at him and everything about him, now.

It's about the sheer contempt on a former lover in all sense thinkable. The way she antagonised both her relationship with him as well as his new one is both heart-wrenching yet elating, acidic yet you still want to swallow it. Hey that's me and my jagged lil pill.

As Alanis sings her thoughts on what her replacement is like, I felt that cold, sleek knife that she was digging into her own virtual self. That she knew she was only hurting herself yet it's not that she couldn't help it, rather, she wouldn't.

And sarcasm is at its best - I love it to bits that the song started with a well-wish and ended with a lace of a threat. She knew him too well to know he's hating the fact that she's making her grudge show. She knew it would make him cringe with guilt and she knows he knows that this was only a tip of her menacing baggage iceberg... and he is Titanic... I say "Crash! You sucker!"

Mr Duplicity - ooooooh, this has got to be one of my most favourite spots in the song. Name-calling! No one else can go down to that level yet still come out on top like this!

I remember being happy when the song was hailed as Grammy's Best Rock Song and Best Female Rock Vocal Performance. Too bad it lost to Seal's Kiss from a Rose for Song of the Year, but that Batman OST is another track to be reckoned with as well. But Beyonce covered You Oughta Know during her 2009 tour, not the Song of the Year so guess whose song left a bigger impact?

I'm keeping my toes warm for Alanis' next gut-ripping, eradicating-garbage-out-of-your-system song. Oh, I love her happy songs, Head Over Feet and all, but I just think Alanis knows angst so well.

Oooh... productive is This Chicken

This Chicken farted 5 and a half Eggs in total today. That's what happens when a chicken gets into the Coop a bit too early.

But no way in hell This Chicken will surrender the five Eggs happily at on go to the Farmer. Nope, This Chicken will blog about it first.

Tis only appropriate.

Seems like a good Monday. Can't wait til Tuesday. Hmm, must be that De-Lovely love song "Let's Do It" Alanis was singing this morning that goes,


But that's why birds do it,
Bees do it,
Even educated fleas do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.

In Spain the best upper sets do it,
Lithuanians and Lets do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.

The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it,
Not to mention the Finns,
Folks in Siam do it,
Think of Siamese twins.

Some Argentines without means do it,
People say in Boston even beans do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.

Romantic sponges they say do it,
Oysters down in Oyster Bay do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.

Cold Cape Cod clams 'gainst their wish do it,
Even lazy jellyfish do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.

Electric eels, I might add, do it,
Though it shocks 'em I know,
Why ask if shads do it,
Waiter bring me shad roe.

In shallow shoals English soles do it,
Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.

The dragonflies in the reeds do it,
Sentimental centipedes do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.

Mosquitoes, heaven forbid, do it,
So does every katydid do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.

The most refined ladybugs do it,
When a gentleman calls,
Moths in your rugs do it,
What's the use of moth balls?

Locusts in trees do it,
Bees do it,
Even overeducated fleas do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.

Let's do it, let's fall in love,
Let's do it, let's fall in love

Chicken is chuckling to and at herself.

Ooh! Getting mental picture of the Farmer, the Donkey and Lil Napo doing it! Aiyak!

p/s: Thanks 6lyrics.com for text and pix.

Chicken goes chicken-feet

Going chicken-feet (barefoot) or going kaki-ayam is such a fiinnneee thing to do when you're close to nature. It's just so good to be reminded that no matter how big your toe is, it will look totally humongous when placed next to such a dainty lil thing. That's what I believe - nature has always been great at putting things in perspective.

Nice lil birdy post

^ Burungan: Eventhough MRR2 is jammed like roti kahwin, the birdies gave us something to smile about.

It's been a while since this blogger wrote about something feel-good something. So today I'm gonna write about birds.



Specifically those leggy birdies (flamingoes or bangau la kot too far lah to ascertain the species) you can find flying and hanging around MRR2 lamp posts lined up across the National Zoo area, more often after a rainy afternoon. Ooh, they give me such joy and envious feelin'.


The photo above I recorded using my foc Sony CyberShot DSC-W30 after a family road trip to one of the country's best kept secret, Hutan Simpan Lintang off the Karak Highway.

Chicken wrote a long letter

Dear Chickietu my man!

How are you la dude?

(OK I'm not really waiting for that answer coz I'm writing in to b**** as you're the only person who will know exactly what I mean.)

Lemme get on with what happened.

This morning the Farmer and Lil Napoleanina called for scrum and the Donkey still not in.

So This Chicken earnestly just called out, "Yo Farmer dear, shouldnt we wait for Donkey?"

Farmer sarcastically replied, "If we wait for Donkey then we'll have to wait till finishes pulling the That cart (read: Defending the Donkey Part 1. Please also note that pulling the cart, be it This cart or That cart, is Donkey's thing to do, but in any case Donkey rarely does).

So This Chicken went in for the scrum, and The Farmer and Lil Napo tried to saddle This Chicken with loads of egg-farting whatever and This Chicken said, "Sure I can get some eggs out but hey what's the Donkey doing? I see that he's pulling hardly one cart per two months. Why izzit balik2 This Chicken has to be farting the eggs?"

Farmer said, "Oh Donkey's doing cart pulling in the street so Donkey's got a lot to do, yes Donkey does," (read: Defending the Donkey Part 2).

This Chicken was like, "If Donkey's doing that, so was This Chicken last week and Lil Napo the week before. So what? All of us have to do it la. Plus we also do a bunch more things than farting brown eggs alone, there's blue eggs, green eggs and pewter eggs. Now pewter eggs, your angel Lil Napo right here (right in front of Farmer's right-chicken This Chicken said this) said before, 'Pewter eggs is not my thing' and now Farmer've asked chickens from outside to supply. So Farmer still spend moolsh. Why not just get Chickenwan to come back?

Lil Napo goes, "Hey I fart out pewter eggs ok... (Yeah right. Bila pewter egg demand is high and sexy of course Lil Napo wana fart pewter eggs. Unsexy pewter egg dont wana fart pulak.. Those boring pewter eggs even more so!)

Farmer goes, "Oh if This Coop do that then This Coop will have to be compared to other Coop chickens who produces three eggs per day (read: That's total bullshit coz no other Chicken in any other Coop does that!)

This Chicken retorted, but we fart eggs differently, Farmer needs to note that to whoever's getting on The Coop's case la. Like Donkey, on top of all this doing less than other Chickens are (by that This Chicken didn't include the Farmer, perhaps he didn't notice, but truth be said Farmer hardly farts anything out of his a***)

Farmer goes, "Eh I've been pressuring Donkey to do the pulling (read: Defending the Donkey Part 3 and My Holy Farmeric Management Way Part 1). This particular cart he is pulling now will be Second Main Thing for the Coop next week see."

So This Chicken just geleng kepala and shut up for the rest of the scrum.

30 mins after scrum finish, Donkey waltz in at 1230. This Chicken asked The Donkey, "Eh so quickly your cart pulling today finished?"

Donkey goes, "What cart pulling? That cart pulling? It's next week on 31 lah. Which by the way also clashes with the cart pulling 101 the Farmer've set me for."

This Chicken go like, "Well its supposed to be Second Main Thing for the Coop next week."

(Note: Donkey, as bonehead as Donkey goes, once in a while do clue in that Donkey does have a clue about how The Coop is supposed to run. Proof as per below:)

Donkey said, "For next week ah? How can sure can't make it cause That cart pulling will only be happenning on Coop's dead day. Can't make it for next week lah."

And This concluded the conversation with, "Damn what a load of bullshit. Got only three chickens to eye yet the Farmer still cant keep track."

(End of what happened and now back to you, my man Chickietu)

On top of all the shitty stuff that just happened, yesterday The Farmer keep pestering This Chicken as The Farmer thought This Chicken simply didn't appear in the Coop for the heck of it (when This Chicken was actually at a big-ass egg making material party).

This Chicken wonders if The Farmer does the same to the Donkey? Naaaaaaahhhhh - Chickeitu you know it and This Chicken know it!)

So Chickietu the real actual important point writing and sending you this letter is, do you know anyone who's hiring a chickiceptionist?

This Chicken is tired of farting eggs and would welcome any non-farting activities to do.

Ok Chickietu, you've been a blast!

Thank you for your kind attention, and have a great weekend :D