June 2009


Mine to keep ūüėČ

Sometimes work can be boring, or sometimes it can be due to the noise level in the office, but any way or another, some of my colleagues and I have taken to plugging our earphones in and listening to music during work hours. It is of course with no disapproval from the boss that we dare to do this. I said no disapproval because my boss has never openly indicated her approval. Yet she has never voiced any disapproval either. We have taken her silence to mean consent.

No idea what my colleagues actually listen to but I’ve been listening to haoting.com ever since I realised that the website¬†hosts more than just Chinese songs. I always have had the misconception, probably due to the name of the website, that all haoting.com has are Chinese songs. Obviously, I’m much mistaken. Black Eyed Peas, Eminem, Rihanna, you name it, they have it – almost all the¬†Western artistes and almost any song.¬†It has been most satisfying surfing the¬†website for the newest song overheard on radio.

However lately, I’ve been doing some time travelling like Michael J Fox in “Back to the Future”, another ancient movie we’ve here – except that I¬†am going¬†back in time and¬†listening to my favourite boy band back in those days. Yes, we are talking about the Backstreet Boys.

It is particularly funny thinking about those¬†days in secondary school when we were decked in our blue pinafores and white shirts and gushing over¬†BSB virtually¬†ALL THE TIME. “We” actually only refer to M, SR and of course me.¬†No¬†surprise that we were in the same¬†class and same clique. Strangely though, G never got influenced. LOL. BSB was probably too low class for her, even back then. Anyway it was like BSB was¬†constantly on our tongues – we probably¬†talked about them 24 hours a day, sung their songs all the time, even on buses during class excursions, and most exaggeratingly, even gushed over them in our letters to one another!

It’s true – I still possess the abovementioned discriminating evidence. As well as tons of offending photos of us back in those days. That’s why I always tell my old friends to watch their steps very carefully and not to step on my tail.

Oh, those were really the days! We always have such a good laugh reminiscing about them these days. Definitely a sign of aging. I do not want to go into further details about our past obsession with BSB because it may risk a myocardial infarction, and the five of them can hardly be called boys now, but to their credit, they did have some really catchy and cool songs, which I discover that I still like to listen to now.

During our last dinner,¬†M, SR and I suddenly remembered the dance performance¬†our class put up in Secondary 3¬†on Teachers’ Day. Without any¬†doubt at all, yes, we did dance to a BSB song. I couldn’t remember the name of the song even though I¬†can still sing the lyrics. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, May¬†still does. And guess what, I just did a search on YouTube and I actually found the exact video which we¬†had watched for inspiration on that fateful day¬†in 1995 at CH’s place (he was the class chairman)! Of course we¬†certainly did not have YouTube then! We watched it on tape! Yes, that¬†monstrous-looking thing we needed¬†a video tape player to play! Gosh, we don’t even use¬†that¬†now!

Anyway that tape was yours truly’s haha. I think it was a tape recording of their concert which I had bought. Yes, I was that crazy.¬†

I had a hard time watching the video just now in office and trying very hard not to chuckle out loud. I think M and SR will have fun watching it too! Enjoy,  ladies!

Boy, was I nervous!

I didn’t comb my hair, my heels were kicked aside under the table and obviously I was embarrassingly barefooted, moreover with unpedicured toe nails, maybe even smelly feet, and I even took off my belt because it was preventing thoroughly smooth flow of oxygen into my lungs when I sat down. My shirt was crumpled without the belt in place but one thing I had to thank was that at least my face was not gleaming like a used saucepan.

So when he appeared, flustered I was, trying to tidy my hair into place with my fingers, putting my heels on and wearing my belt. Talk about multi-tasking!

Ahhh, I don’t quite like it. I don’t enjoy the feeling of not being in control.

Let’s just get it over and done with, dude.

 

Post-post (hmm sounds weird but ya, it’s post-post, some five hours later): Finally it’s over. Dinner or no dinner with him? I cannot decide. But I guess not. Better not to hang on to anything at all.

Do you know who to pronounce this Chinese character: ś≥ĶÔľü

Well, neither did I.

Neither did my colleague nor anyone else in the office.

When my colleague seeked our help, she was too kind. Our standard of Mandarin is certainly not as high. All of us were seeing this Chinese character for the very first time as well. Hence I told my colleague to google for it instead. This was what came up:

And you know what I said the moment I saw it?

“Huh, b√®ng??”

Not the correct pronounciation, which is the same as¬†ŤĻ¶ŤĻ¶Ť∑≥Ť∑≥,¬†but “beng” as in “Ah Beng”, but in the fourth tone.

I know! Even I found it incredulous! How could that have come out of my mouth?

Undoubtedly the most bimbotic moment ever in my life.