Me, H1N1 and The TinCan Man

What does H1N1, The Tin CanMan and me have in common? Ohh! lots...but before that let me tell you a short story to explain what I mean of the above.

Did you know the number of times I have been "caught" by the police for looking like a Bangla. [I've actually lost count.. the last I remmy is 12.] I guess I dress, walk and sometimes even when i wait for bus also look like Bangla. You know the bus fellow, idiot that guy, never stop the bus...the bus so empty because he thinking...arggh...Bangla no need to stop lah. I soo sakit hati like want to bakar the bus.

Now comes the policemen. They would STOP me in my TROD and ask for my passport - Yes, you read that right "PASSPORTA." I say passport tadak bawa. IC bawa. One police moron actually asked me where in the world did I get my IC. I said Penang Registration Office. Dia suda tau saya perli sama dia...hehehe. To make things worst, one Policewoman actually took the urge and courage, walked over crossing the street and "arrested," dragging me into her stinking pondok in Masjid India in broad daylight.

Now you gotta imagine this to understand the scenario..{Same ACT, different SCENE }..Me at Masjid India walking along with half of Afghanistan, Pakistan, Kurdistan, Indiastan, and every damn Stan, the police catch ONLY me lah. Ehh! how lah...Why only me,... somemore ask me when I came Malasia. At that time...I want to laugh lah but I jus tahanje. The other policewoman [konon2 nak show dia punye taringlah] ask me name of the syndicate I buy IC from... Aiyoo Ammmaa...whatla! Now betul2 conpom I Bangla.

At that 'tangkap' moment, the first thing that came into ma mind was my mother (still around then) because I did relay some of my nightmares to her. I said, Look Maa what you've done to me! They think I Bangla. Ceh!
My Mum laffed and gave me the solution to my "innocent crime."

"Next time you dress like the temple priestlah. You put a lot of holy ash on your forehead then all the Police won't catch you. I OGLED at ma MuM and said, THANKS. More Aiyoos came out of ma mouth.

Now back to the title topic. The other night as I was walking up to my car, two TinCan man approached me. I [at the spur of the...{and I guess my Einstein genes worked double time on that particular}... moment] quickly took out my kerchief, let out a loud cough and closed my mouth. They stopped in their stride towards me and asked, Sakit ka?.. I said, Hah!..sakitlah. Mau pergee clinic..banyak batuk wohh. They heard my fake cough again [loud lah this time] and took ten giant steps back and watched me get intoma car and drive away. More like a Catch-22 situation. My best moment being a Malaysian.

HAHAH..Thanks H1N1!. I know the trick now. No more Bangla days for me.

In short, am justa Malaysian daylight somnambulist.