I once told a friend, "Your emotion is like a dog. You either walk it nicely on a leash or let it run around crazily like a mad dog. You shouldn't let it bark at people around you. You shouldn't let it follow the smell from one person to another. Take control over it. Don't get bitten by your own dog. You don't have to suffer from mental breakdown. Feed your dog with healthy and contented activities. Train your dog and control over it. Walk your dog and don't let it walk you."

If I accidentally stumble over your dog, please hold your dog. Don't unleash it to bite me right away because it was a miscommunication. But if you can't control your dog from picking up a fight, my dog would defend and fight all the hell back.

This is anger management, dude.

Jennifer called and asked, 'Sam! I'm lost! I'm lost! How could I get to Mid-Valley from Sungai Besi?'
Yanlee called and asked, 'Who's that singer of the song that you blue-toothed to my hand phone last time?'
Dylan called and asked, 'Oooi, gimme XXX's numbers.' (This is something..)
LenChet called and asked, 'Buy me 1 jug of beer?' (whoa!)
Linda called and asked, 'Sam, I need help! Do you know the fastest way from my house to Klang?'
Pouline called and asked, 'Are you going to the party that Julian organized?'
Sharon called and asked, 'Where's Rothman roundabout?'

That's...my recent part-time job: Information Help Desk.

And technically, I'm also a GPS.

But I prefer...

Jennifer calls, 'Sam, I'm going to Mid-Valley now. Let's eat at the restaurant we tried last time.' Me: Okay~
Yanlee calls, 'I got another song similar to the one you transferred to me. Send it to you later.' Me: Thanks!
Dylan calls, '(politely) Oooi, Can I have XXX's numbers?' Me: Sure.
LenChet calls, 'I buy you 1 jug of beer. Let's go.' Me: Great!
Linda calls, 'Sam, the fastest way from my house to Klang is using NKVE highway, right?'
Me: Yes.
Pouline calls, 'We're not going to the party.'
Me: Okay.
Sharon calls, 'Hello, how are you doing? Haven't seen you for a while. Yamcha or not?'
Me: Sure!

P/S: In the end it's just my preferred way. Preferred way is an ideal way and I never like the ideal way. I always accept my friends as who they are, not the info they want... And I'm quite an important information help desk, ya know? Haha.

Mr.J: I just want a very leggy girlfriend, with big booby. Why is it so difficult?
Me: It's totally not about the difficulty, dude. It's about balancing.

I know you guys don't like long entry. But I can't stop laughing at this one:

Jesus decided to go say Hi to his old buddy St. Peter, so he strolled out to the Pearly Gates and noticed a HUGE long line of people waiting to get in.

St. Peter saw Jesus coming and said: "Oh, thank goodness someone showed up! Listen, Jesus, there's a huge line of people out here, and I'm going bats trying to keep them all sorted out. Could you take over for a few minutes so I can take a break? I'd be ever so grateful!"

Jesus said that sure, it'd be fine with him to be in charge for a while, but he really wasn't sure what kind of stuff he should check for.

St. Peter told him, "Hey, it's easy. A lot of them are already written down on the invitation list. Just make small talk with them while you look for their names. If they're not on the list, just tell them you're not the one normally in charge, so if they wait a bit, I'll deal with them when I get back."

So, St. Peter left for a while, and Jesus handled the line of people, looking up their names and generally yakking it up with the folks waiting to get in.

Eventually the line got to this one little old man.

Jesus started talking to him, "So, what did you do for a living when you were alive?"

"I was a carpenter," the old man replied.

Jesus's ears pricked up at that answer. "Ah," He said: "Did you have a wife or any children?"

"I had one son, but I lost him."

Jesus started to suspect something was up with this little old man, and decided to ask another question. "Ah, a terrible loss, my good man. Tell me, what did he look like?"

"Well," said the old man, "he looked just like any other boy, I guess, except he had holes in his hands and his feet."

Jesus grinned broadly, opened his arms wide and cried, "DAD!"

The old man gasped. "PINOCCHIO!"

If picture speaks, I'd just upload some pics...
Unfortunately, no pics.. haha