What the... ?

It's an Avatar toy I got from a McDonald Kiddymeal. Hey ! Hold your tongue. You haven't heard the whole story yet.

Last year in December, I was in the PERMATApintar camp. One weekend, we were brought to Alamanda in Puterjaya. In a Mcdonald's restaurant, someone we refer to as Kak Long(coz' she's the eldest of all)bought a Kiddymeal package and got the toy. But she did not want it, and so did the others. She was offering it to anyone interested, and I took it. Again, hold your tongue, coz' there's an explanation behind it. That toy actually looks good standing on my piano and is still on it.

What I am actually trying to tell, is everything has their own place. That toy, even though VERY UNSUITABLE for me, still has its own place on the piano. The same goes to a company. Managers, clerks, office boys and even toilet washers have their own place. Well, who is going to wash the toilet if there are no toilet washers?

So, respect everything and everyone. They may have different ratings in your eyes, but they are all playing their respective roles. They are standing where they belong to. Where do you belong to, then?