Physio was an intelligent boy. After doing a physiotherapy course abroad for 3 years, he returned home and set up a clinic in his hometown.
He asked a designer to make a new name plate to be hung on the wall outside the clinic. The next morning, when he went to his clinic, he was pleased to find that the name plate was already put up. But he was greatly annoyed by the wordings on the plate: TUKANG URUT. He went to the designer and took him to task.
"How can you insult my profession? 'Tukang Urut' means masseur in Malay. I am a physiotherapist and not a masseur! Make sure you change the name right now! And see that the word is spelt correctly!" Physio said angrily.
The designer apologized and promised to make the change immediately. Without further delay, he proceed to change the name but found that the word "physiotherapist' was too long. So he broke it up into three words to make it easier to read.
The next morning, Physio hit the roof when he saw the new name. On the name plate were written: PHYSIO THE RAPIST
Sorry Abang Epi. I can't resist. Jangan marah...arrrr?
We celebrated my handsome Abang Epi's birthday at a Thai restaurant in Shah Alam (girls who can cook Thai, please take note) on Saturday night. We had scrumptious dinner and a cappucino cheese cake for dessert. Yummm....
|Abang Epi and his Mama.|
|I baked this cappucino cheese cake for Abang Epi (using Mama's purse, of course!)|