Just yesterday I was watching one man loading up some boxes onto his truck, dressed up all appropriately for the job, too: faded red t-shirt, cargo pants with belt pouch, unkempt hair and a beard.
Then my friend, who happened to be beside me turned to say, "See that guy there? He has a friend from his school days who is a company manager now."
"Wow," I remarked "So where is that friend?"
"Oh, the friend is the guy who hired him to deliver these stuff"
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If you remember, I had one nostalgic encounter with Uncle Donald (if you don't recognize the name, you haven't read that one yet) not too long ago; and I found it quite interesting just how far the road not taken can lead us.
Two years down the road, I might be watching the Oscars on TV, and suddenly jump to my feet and scream to no one in particular, "HEY, I USED TO BE IN THE SAME CLASS WITH THAT GUY!"
Then probably I can storm into his studio halfway through a scene and demand the Rm6 which he still owes me for half of his biology knowledge. Being the class treasurer was a totally uncalled for position, but desperate me took it anyway.
It eventually amounted up to sleepless nights, many headaches and ringing ears, and ultimately Rm70 going out of my personal fund. The case was particularly bad with this pregnant teacher whose facial expression changed from neutral to disatisfaction to anger to long-patience and then to sadistic joy, all within 2 seconds of seeing me.
So there was one time when she shot at me (after owing her cash for 4 months), claiming that I took the money and used it for my personal selfish reasons like funding secret tests for nuclear weapons.
I was about to jump to my own defense when I remembered that a week ago, I borrowed a sum of cash from the class fund to buy myself lunch. Deeply embarassed, that day I went home and returned two times the money that I took back into the fund.
Suddenly the prospect of being hired by an old classmate to move stuff around sounds much more happier and optimistic.
It's a strange, strange world that we're living in
11 February 2009Madadayo, Joseph Ng: at 1:33 AM
Labels: Pictures and Memories, Simply Bizzare
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