It was on evening May 27, 2012 at Cathedral of St John, Kuala Lumpur that I met her for the first time in-person. Before this we met in an online dating website and then facebook and she invited me to meet on the mentioned day via facebook message.
So we went to the evening Sunday Eucharistc Celebration at the cathedral. I am not sure where she is sitting and so i just told my self not to look for her yet and concentrate on the celebration.
After the mass is over, I waited a while at the entrance and I started to feel akward, so I decided to walk around the cathedral for a while to think if I am making the right move. I was nervous and have not prepared any introduction words expect for the common word, "Hi" and she phone-called me. The first sentence i heard from her with her timid and nervous voice, "Errmm... Where are you?" And I responded her that I am at the cathedral and to wait for me at the entrance. I can't remember how I said them but I know that my sentences are not properly arranged and I had to repeat certain words for her to understand what I am saying.
At the entrance I saw her holding a roll of poster. She is a simple looking person. No make-up. Dark skin but not too dark. Wearing an eye-glasses like mine and put on a a grey colour sweater and carrying a bag. She was not the girl of my dream but I felt that I really really wanted to know her more. I felt that I am attracted to her because she presented herself so naturally without any makeup and yet she still wanted to blind date.
So I went near her and as I thought my first word is "Hi" and she replied the same too. Then she asked me, "You came here alone?" I was very nervous that time that I did not hear what she asked me that I had to reply, "Huh? What you were saying?". Then for sometime there was some akward moment with silent and at that time I asked her if we can go to a 'mamak shop' for some cups of tea and she agreed.
So, we walked down from the cathedral which is actually built on a hill to a President Corner Bistro. We sat facing each other and took an order for cups of tea with milk and the other without milk. Deep in my heart, I am saying to myself I must break the akwardness and start with a warm conversation and guess what, it did happen. I could suddenly start a casual conversation with her, saying where I am staying, my family, about my involvement in church's activities, my hobbies and bla bla bla.... I am pretty sure that we sat there for almost and hour and most of the talking done by me. Nervous at first but I got comfortable with her as the conversation prolong.
During the conversation, she gave the poster to me. It is the picture of Mary, the Mother of Universe. I told her that in my house we have a lot of holy pictures and posters and one of the waiter saw the picture and asked us, "Are you church goers?" I immediatedly asked him, "Are you a Catholic?". And he said, "Yes". So I asked her if I can give the waiter the poster and she agreed and I gave the poster to the waiter. After a while we decided to leave. We paid the bill and we walked back uphill as it started to drizzle.
We walked to a junction and said goodbye. I asked her if I could drop her at her house but she politely refused my offer. She walked to the nearest LRT station and I crossed the road to go to my car parked at cathedral but once I crossed the road, I stole a moment to look at her from far. I already in love with her but I was not sure if a relationship could happen since we never arranged a second date. But..... This story has a continuation....
Monday, March 11, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Okay Mah.. Both Same Price Mah
Just what happened today reminded me of my past of the same kind of happenings. So what did really has happened today?
I was in Petaling Jaya New Town at afternoon doing a case study for a Car Park Design proposal for Majlis Bandaraya Petaling Jaya (Town Council of Petaling Jaya). The weather was very hot and so decided to buy a cold drink in a coffee shop and I entered a shop nearest to the Standard Chartered Bank.
The menus are readily placed on the tables. I sat down at one and took the order card and the pencil, while looking for the right choice of cold drink and I spotted the item number 804 which is Honeydew Fresh Juice. To save some paper since I have only one item to order, I put back the order card in a box of empty order cards on the table and called the waitress. She looks late 30s, maybe early 40s. She was dressed smartly and not at all looks like a worker. I'm much convinced that she must be one of the owner because she is a Chinese lady at her late 30s.
I told her my order and she said to me, "Tulis dalam paper" (In direct translation 'Write in paper'). What she meant was to write my order on an order card. Then I replied her, "But it is just one item." But she gave me a look like I am some kind of noob, so I wrote down '804' at drink column.
After a while, she served me with a drink, supposed to be my order, but it was Watermelon Juice. Before I could tell her that that is not what I ordered, she already walked away to serve other customers. So I waited for her without touching the drink, thinking that this might be other's order but by mistaken given to me. Then she realised that I am just sitting at the table without drinking or anything else, so she turned and looked at me and I was looking at her. I called her and told that I ordered item 804 which is Honeydew Fresh Juice, but she tried to convince me that the served drink is Honeydew Fresh Juice.
She went to the counter to see what is my actual order was and realizing that she gave me the wrong order, she negotiated with me with something that I never thought of that she would say. "Okay mah... Both same price mah..."
I was like, "What?! Same price but not the same taste"
I was in Petaling Jaya New Town at afternoon doing a case study for a Car Park Design proposal for Majlis Bandaraya Petaling Jaya (Town Council of Petaling Jaya). The weather was very hot and so decided to buy a cold drink in a coffee shop and I entered a shop nearest to the Standard Chartered Bank.
The menus are readily placed on the tables. I sat down at one and took the order card and the pencil, while looking for the right choice of cold drink and I spotted the item number 804 which is Honeydew Fresh Juice. To save some paper since I have only one item to order, I put back the order card in a box of empty order cards on the table and called the waitress. She looks late 30s, maybe early 40s. She was dressed smartly and not at all looks like a worker. I'm much convinced that she must be one of the owner because she is a Chinese lady at her late 30s.
I told her my order and she said to me, "Tulis dalam paper" (In direct translation 'Write in paper'). What she meant was to write my order on an order card. Then I replied her, "But it is just one item." But she gave me a look like I am some kind of noob, so I wrote down '804' at drink column.
After a while, she served me with a drink, supposed to be my order, but it was Watermelon Juice. Before I could tell her that that is not what I ordered, she already walked away to serve other customers. So I waited for her without touching the drink, thinking that this might be other's order but by mistaken given to me. Then she realised that I am just sitting at the table without drinking or anything else, so she turned and looked at me and I was looking at her. I called her and told that I ordered item 804 which is Honeydew Fresh Juice, but she tried to convince me that the served drink is Honeydew Fresh Juice.
She went to the counter to see what is my actual order was and realizing that she gave me the wrong order, she negotiated with me with something that I never thought of that she would say. "Okay mah... Both same price mah..."
I was like, "What?! Same price but not the same taste"
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Pray For Your Relationship
Once when I read an article at yahoo.match.com. They listed some points of positive signs of how two person could click to each other.
1. The other person keeps the momentum going
2. The other person knows the value of a phone call
3. This person pays attention to details
So basically, if one of the two unfailingly keep the momentum going, communicate and giving attention, the relationship would be successful. So coming to the norm of my style asking question after reading any article, "Really meh?"
I have done all these to my previous crush but they never worked out.
The only way I see that a relationship could click is adding to these 'must do' things, the 'must must do' thing will be 'Pray for the relationship'. What else could be greater than God's blessing?
1. The other person keeps the momentum going
2. The other person knows the value of a phone call
3. This person pays attention to details
So basically, if one of the two unfailingly keep the momentum going, communicate and giving attention, the relationship would be successful. So coming to the norm of my style asking question after reading any article, "Really meh?"
I have done all these to my previous crush but they never worked out.
The only way I see that a relationship could click is adding to these 'must do' things, the 'must must do' thing will be 'Pray for the relationship'. What else could be greater than God's blessing?
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Zhongguo Xinnian Kuaile
Reaching the particular days soon, I know I know but I won’t be blogging about Zhongguo Xinnian on the days. For those of you who doesn’t understand what is ‘Zhongguo Xinnian’, Zhongguo means Chinese also China, and Xinnian means New Year, and Kuaile completes the greeting ‘Happy Chinese New Year’. Kuaile is Happy in greeting. Okay. I maybe wrong since I’m very amateur in Chinese.
Back to my school days when I was in Standard One, my first Chinese friend, Chindian actually, Dinesh Hong. And my first enemy in the same class eventually became friend, Gan Chun Bee. I was competing with Dinesh in studies when I was in Primary school. I do not know whether he has noticed that before. Dinesh mostly faired better than me in test and exams and we always end up at top five in them. Gan Chun Bee although has spoiled my stationeries and sometime steal them too, it is because of him I got 100% in my English Final Test during Standard One. That naughty guy eventually became a prefect in school. Anyhow we are not in touch now but I still remember them. Hope we would be bumped into each other one day.
The first Chinese woman that I had crush on is my English teacher in Standard Six. Haha. I don’t remember her name. She was a petite with glasses and thin. Can’t talk much about her. Teacher. Must RESPECT!!.
And the first Chinese child who became so close to me, Phoebe Ng. I like children but who don’t. She is very adorable to many because she has a gut to approach and talk to anyone no matter what is their age, but she is also a shy person sometimes. Everytime I takes her picture, she will give me a look like she wanted to bash my face. But I am guy that likes to take candid shots. I would say that her parents are really blessed and she is blessed with a wonderful mother. I do not about her father because I have never met him but he must be a wonderful man too. I am hoping to see her growing up into a beautiful woman one day. Things might change in time. People might move or migrate.
In New Year, new resolutions, new hope, new commitment, new dream occurs and some are still to be continued. No matter what, Chinese community has been always giving a wonderful environment during the season. The colour of red and gold, the oranges, the series of songs in television, the good back to back movies, and not forgetting the fire-crackers and lion dance. That’s the time that we get bonuses from employer to be given away as ang-paus. Note that. “ANG-PAU”. So when I come to your house this New Year, ehem, please give me your bonus in Ang-pau packet.
Have a Prosperous New Year everybody. GONG XI FA CHAI!!!.
If my sentences are like clumsy bear, please pardon me because I couldn't concentrate with my typing since I'm having a severe pain on my right shoulder. Thank you
Back to my school days when I was in Standard One, my first Chinese friend, Chindian actually, Dinesh Hong. And my first enemy in the same class eventually became friend, Gan Chun Bee. I was competing with Dinesh in studies when I was in Primary school. I do not know whether he has noticed that before. Dinesh mostly faired better than me in test and exams and we always end up at top five in them. Gan Chun Bee although has spoiled my stationeries and sometime steal them too, it is because of him I got 100% in my English Final Test during Standard One. That naughty guy eventually became a prefect in school. Anyhow we are not in touch now but I still remember them. Hope we would be bumped into each other one day.
The first Chinese woman that I had crush on is my English teacher in Standard Six. Haha. I don’t remember her name. She was a petite with glasses and thin. Can’t talk much about her. Teacher. Must RESPECT!!.
And the first Chinese child who became so close to me, Phoebe Ng. I like children but who don’t. She is very adorable to many because she has a gut to approach and talk to anyone no matter what is their age, but she is also a shy person sometimes. Everytime I takes her picture, she will give me a look like she wanted to bash my face. But I am guy that likes to take candid shots. I would say that her parents are really blessed and she is blessed with a wonderful mother. I do not about her father because I have never met him but he must be a wonderful man too. I am hoping to see her growing up into a beautiful woman one day. Things might change in time. People might move or migrate.
In New Year, new resolutions, new hope, new commitment, new dream occurs and some are still to be continued. No matter what, Chinese community has been always giving a wonderful environment during the season. The colour of red and gold, the oranges, the series of songs in television, the good back to back movies, and not forgetting the fire-crackers and lion dance. That’s the time that we get bonuses from employer to be given away as ang-paus. Note that. “ANG-PAU”. So when I come to your house this New Year, ehem, please give me your bonus in Ang-pau packet.
Have a Prosperous New Year everybody. GONG XI FA CHAI!!!.
If my sentences are like clumsy bear, please pardon me because I couldn't concentrate with my typing since I'm having a severe pain on my right shoulder. Thank you
Friday, November 12, 2010
Silly and Jolly with FOUR Letter Words
Words are powerful. They can poignant a person. They can sensationalize a person’s emotion. They can challenge a person. They can zeal a person. They can make a person to fall in love. They can give happiness to a person. They can tease a person. They can annoy. They can even kill a person or give purpose to live.
Recently I had a bulb suddenly beamed on top of my head about FOUR letter words. So I thought of sharing on what I could think of.
The poignant type:
What would be your feelings when the people that you love so much says, “I HATE you!”?
That word can prick through our hearts and bring down the spirit of even a steel-hearted person.
The sensation type:
When a teenage boy gets a reply from his crush, “I LIKE you too”, now that’s the ‘you cannot catch me cause I’m flying in the air now’ feeling. It’s a bit different from “I love you” in terms of at what maturity level crush happens.
The challenging type:
FAIL. That’s the word that we always try to avoid in every task we do. For example when we are playing Playstation game, we do not want our character to fail the mission, especially when we are eager to see the challenges waiting for the next round.
The zeal type:
I would like quote the Billi Lim’s best selling book’s title, “DARE To Fail”. The title explained well of the contents. One of the phrases in his book is, ‘Success is at the far sight of failure. We always pass a patch called failure on our way to success.’
The falling in love type:
Definitely it is the universal language, “I LOVE you”. This word is more likely to give higher emotional impact on females. The word ‘LOVE’ hardly comes out from a guy’s mouth. Easy for a guy to say, “I like you” for he knows the commitment he can promise is less than “I love you.” But when a guy truly loves his girl, his simple “I love you” is the magical charm in his relationship.
The happiness type:
Back to our kindergarten years, getting 100% in our maths at Form Five is never like getting stars with the word ‘GOOD’. We would bring back that marked assignment and bother our parents to show those stars and ‘Good’ remarks though those were given because we counted the apples and balls correctly. To prove it, how many of us did the same at Form Five?
The teasing type:
One of my friends who is a non-Hindu, Chinese craving for ‘Murukku’, an Indian chips or bites served especially during Deepavali. Few days after the festival, she posted that she wanted ‘Murukku’ in her Facebook. I commented, “BURP” and she replied, “So EVIL”. Like she felt teased with my, “burp”, and I felt teased too with her, “So evil”. It’s down grading my talent on teasing. She supposed to say, “So devil” rather than, “so evil”. Haiz…
The annoying type:
Try calling your girlfriend ‘BABE’ constantly everyday. But don’t just stop with that. Try more like, “Ma babe feelin fine? Aint no drugs for yo, but ma got sugar for ma babe. I luv yo babe.”
Well. They can be very nice for somedays but, gradually will annoy your girl.
Yo do wan to see yo babe replying “swt -.-!” dontcha?
The murdering type:
It’s none other than the word ‘HATE’ again. Do not ever tell this word to your parents deep from your heart. This word can slowly kill them.
The purpose to live type:
Purpose to live that I meant here is not purpose to stay alive but to live life abundantly. Especially to parents, how did you feel when your child called you MAMA or PAPA?
How do you feel when you remember back the moments where your child would run to you with wide stretched arms and shouting in joy, “MAMA!!!!” or “PAPA!!!”?
And of cause that the child will grow up and make your life miserable in future but, can anything else equal the moments of those two words?
Last but not least is about me. First would be my name, ANBU. Anbu means LOVE in Tamil and it carries a great meaning to me.
Secondly would be the name that my friend, Yoanna gave me. “BUBU.” I assume that she loves dogs so much that the only way she could show her love is by treating me like a dog. Well. Maybe for my next birthday she will buy me a collar. Whatever makes her happy?
Finally for granddaughter Nicole, my LAME jokes. They are inseparable from me, girl. Catch you sometimes for snooker.
CHAO!
Recently I had a bulb suddenly beamed on top of my head about FOUR letter words. So I thought of sharing on what I could think of.
The poignant type:
What would be your feelings when the people that you love so much says, “I HATE you!”?
That word can prick through our hearts and bring down the spirit of even a steel-hearted person.
The sensation type:
When a teenage boy gets a reply from his crush, “I LIKE you too”, now that’s the ‘you cannot catch me cause I’m flying in the air now’ feeling. It’s a bit different from “I love you” in terms of at what maturity level crush happens.
The challenging type:
FAIL. That’s the word that we always try to avoid in every task we do. For example when we are playing Playstation game, we do not want our character to fail the mission, especially when we are eager to see the challenges waiting for the next round.
The zeal type:
I would like quote the Billi Lim’s best selling book’s title, “DARE To Fail”. The title explained well of the contents. One of the phrases in his book is, ‘Success is at the far sight of failure. We always pass a patch called failure on our way to success.’
The falling in love type:
Definitely it is the universal language, “I LOVE you”. This word is more likely to give higher emotional impact on females. The word ‘LOVE’ hardly comes out from a guy’s mouth. Easy for a guy to say, “I like you” for he knows the commitment he can promise is less than “I love you.” But when a guy truly loves his girl, his simple “I love you” is the magical charm in his relationship.
The happiness type:
Back to our kindergarten years, getting 100% in our maths at Form Five is never like getting stars with the word ‘GOOD’. We would bring back that marked assignment and bother our parents to show those stars and ‘Good’ remarks though those were given because we counted the apples and balls correctly. To prove it, how many of us did the same at Form Five?
The teasing type:
One of my friends who is a non-Hindu, Chinese craving for ‘Murukku’, an Indian chips or bites served especially during Deepavali. Few days after the festival, she posted that she wanted ‘Murukku’ in her Facebook. I commented, “BURP” and she replied, “So EVIL”. Like she felt teased with my, “burp”, and I felt teased too with her, “So evil”. It’s down grading my talent on teasing. She supposed to say, “So devil” rather than, “so evil”. Haiz…
The annoying type:
Try calling your girlfriend ‘BABE’ constantly everyday. But don’t just stop with that. Try more like, “Ma babe feelin fine? Aint no drugs for yo, but ma got sugar for ma babe. I luv yo babe.”
Well. They can be very nice for somedays but, gradually will annoy your girl.
Yo do wan to see yo babe replying “swt -.-!” dontcha?
The murdering type:
It’s none other than the word ‘HATE’ again. Do not ever tell this word to your parents deep from your heart. This word can slowly kill them.
The purpose to live type:
Purpose to live that I meant here is not purpose to stay alive but to live life abundantly. Especially to parents, how did you feel when your child called you MAMA or PAPA?
How do you feel when you remember back the moments where your child would run to you with wide stretched arms and shouting in joy, “MAMA!!!!” or “PAPA!!!”?
And of cause that the child will grow up and make your life miserable in future but, can anything else equal the moments of those two words?
Last but not least is about me. First would be my name, ANBU. Anbu means LOVE in Tamil and it carries a great meaning to me.
Secondly would be the name that my friend, Yoanna gave me. “BUBU.” I assume that she loves dogs so much that the only way she could show her love is by treating me like a dog. Well. Maybe for my next birthday she will buy me a collar. Whatever makes her happy?
Finally for granddaughter Nicole, my LAME jokes. They are inseparable from me, girl. Catch you sometimes for snooker.
CHAO!
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Girls Are Kicking Balls Around Nowadays
Before I begin, I know what you are thinking, boys. -.-! (Whatever makes you happy?)
When I was in high school, a male teacher (can’t remember his name) told my class that those days Form Sixes are dominated by male students, but today situation has changed. Universities, Elite Classes, Curricular Competitions and Grades are dominated by females.
If you look at the Employment Field, many females are white collared compare to males, but the fact is (referring to today’s, 05 October 2010 http://www.msn.com/ main page topic) female employees are still less paid at average compare to male employees.
Very often, we read people blame the education system not being fair to the boys and female employees are paid low because of their maternity.
Based on my experience as a male student who comes from the background of all-boys schools, I did see there is a lot of difference between having many male teachers around and having few or none. When I was in primary, we had many male teachers in my school. For us, those were the great days. People say about fatherly love often is the reason why having male teachers around could give some impact on the boys’ academic performance. It is not about fatherly love. We boys like to be rough and act macho and immature among us. When we need to be motivated, we need a male teacher. When we do sports, we need a male teacher. When we are fighting with our schoolmates, we need a male teacher. And I mean a real ‘MALE’ teacher. We need somebody who can pull down our egos, discipline us, and make us to be serious in studies but at the same time to provide us fun (football, basketball, hockey) when we are bored of studying. In short, we need somebody who can make boys remain boys while excelling. If a female teacher wants to do these, she must be the dominating type and not many female teachers can do so. So to handle the many number of boys, supplies of a few male teachers are not enough.
This may look like some excuses to cover the decreasing grades and performance of the boys, but it is true that psychological readiness is important for male students to face challenges like boys. Schools are the basic platforms for whatever types of males we are producing for this country.
But to be fair to girls, the current education situation is gradually firming their potentiality. It will be not fair to them if we go back to what the education system was. Somewhere the system must draw back the boys into its runway.
For the employment part I will leave it first.
When I was in high school, a male teacher (can’t remember his name) told my class that those days Form Sixes are dominated by male students, but today situation has changed. Universities, Elite Classes, Curricular Competitions and Grades are dominated by females.
If you look at the Employment Field, many females are white collared compare to males, but the fact is (referring to today’s, 05 October 2010 http://www.msn.com/ main page topic) female employees are still less paid at average compare to male employees.
Very often, we read people blame the education system not being fair to the boys and female employees are paid low because of their maternity.
Based on my experience as a male student who comes from the background of all-boys schools, I did see there is a lot of difference between having many male teachers around and having few or none. When I was in primary, we had many male teachers in my school. For us, those were the great days. People say about fatherly love often is the reason why having male teachers around could give some impact on the boys’ academic performance. It is not about fatherly love. We boys like to be rough and act macho and immature among us. When we need to be motivated, we need a male teacher. When we do sports, we need a male teacher. When we are fighting with our schoolmates, we need a male teacher. And I mean a real ‘MALE’ teacher. We need somebody who can pull down our egos, discipline us, and make us to be serious in studies but at the same time to provide us fun (football, basketball, hockey) when we are bored of studying. In short, we need somebody who can make boys remain boys while excelling. If a female teacher wants to do these, she must be the dominating type and not many female teachers can do so. So to handle the many number of boys, supplies of a few male teachers are not enough.
This may look like some excuses to cover the decreasing grades and performance of the boys, but it is true that psychological readiness is important for male students to face challenges like boys. Schools are the basic platforms for whatever types of males we are producing for this country.
But to be fair to girls, the current education situation is gradually firming their potentiality. It will be not fair to them if we go back to what the education system was. Somewhere the system must draw back the boys into its runway.
For the employment part I will leave it first.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Why Chinese prefer English names?
Why Chinese prefer English names?
Some say, “Because they sound cool, mah.”
Some say, “Easy to pronounce lo.”
Some say, “So that I can get one leng-lui at every one year. Which one do you think chics will fall for? Tan Wee Hong or Jacky Tan? (I think Anbu Tan sounds cooler)
Anyway, the answer for the question above maybe lies in my experience. Well. I am not a Chinese and that is for sure but my sharing could be vely vely helpful for you guys.
The following are the scenarios that have taken place in my office whenever I make or receive calls:
Scene 1
Trut.. Trut.. (Making a call)
Person No 1: Good morning. Bla bla bla Sdn Bhd.
Me: Hello. I’m calling from Sukat Bahan. May I speak to Mr. Bla Bla, please?
Person No 1: Who’s on the line?
Me: Anbu
Person No 1: Undrew? (Actually she said “Andrew?”)
Me: No. Anbu. A-N-B-U.
Person No 1: Oh… A-N-D-U. Mr. Undo, he is in a meeting. Could you try him later?
Thank you.
Scene 2
Ring…ring… (Receiving a call)
Me: Good evening. Sukat Bahan.
Person 2: Halo. Mr. Chong got ah?
Me: Who am I speaking to, please?
Person 2: Jenna from RE Property. He’s there ah?
Me: Sorry. Mr. Chong is on leave. He will be back on Friday. Is there any
message for him?
Person 2: Never mind. I call him on Friday. What’s your name ah?
Me: Anbu.
Person 2: Huh?! Hantu?! (Should have reminded her that now is Hungry Ghost Season)
Me: No. Anbu.
Person 2: How to spell your name?
Me: A-N-B-U. Anbu
Person 2: Ok. Mr. Undo. I’ll call on Friday.
Me: Okay. Thank you.
Haiz…. WHY?!! WHY?!!... Maybe I should start introducing myself as Christie, but people might send faxes to me with “Attn: Ms. Christy”
Or maybe like Anwar who made famous of himself with SODOMY crime in court, I should make myself famous with “YOU-KNOW-ME?” crime.
Some say, “Because they sound cool, mah.”
Some say, “Easy to pronounce lo.”
Some say, “So that I can get one leng-lui at every one year. Which one do you think chics will fall for? Tan Wee Hong or Jacky Tan? (I think Anbu Tan sounds cooler)
Anyway, the answer for the question above maybe lies in my experience. Well. I am not a Chinese and that is for sure but my sharing could be vely vely helpful for you guys.
The following are the scenarios that have taken place in my office whenever I make or receive calls:
Scene 1
Trut.. Trut.. (Making a call)
Person No 1: Good morning. Bla bla bla Sdn Bhd.
Me: Hello. I’m calling from Sukat Bahan. May I speak to Mr. Bla Bla, please?
Person No 1: Who’s on the line?
Me: Anbu
Person No 1: Undrew? (Actually she said “Andrew?”)
Me: No. Anbu. A-N-B-U.
Person No 1: Oh… A-N-D-U. Mr. Undo, he is in a meeting. Could you try him later?
Thank you.
Scene 2
Ring…ring… (Receiving a call)
Me: Good evening. Sukat Bahan.
Person 2: Halo. Mr. Chong got ah?
Me: Who am I speaking to, please?
Person 2: Jenna from RE Property. He’s there ah?
Me: Sorry. Mr. Chong is on leave. He will be back on Friday. Is there any
message for him?
Person 2: Never mind. I call him on Friday. What’s your name ah?
Me: Anbu.
Person 2: Huh?! Hantu?! (Should have reminded her that now is Hungry Ghost Season)
Me: No. Anbu.
Person 2: How to spell your name?
Me: A-N-B-U. Anbu
Person 2: Ok. Mr. Undo. I’ll call on Friday.
Me: Okay. Thank you.
Haiz…. WHY?!! WHY?!!... Maybe I should start introducing myself as Christie, but people might send faxes to me with “Attn: Ms. Christy”
Or maybe like Anwar who made famous of himself with SODOMY crime in court, I should make myself famous with “YOU-KNOW-ME?” crime.
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