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Showing posts with label Name Series. Show all posts

24 September 2006

Name Series Part 7 - Christopher II

Toby is actually Topper in my earlier Lorbert Series.

If you have been following my Lorbert Series, you would have been aware that Toby was supposedly meant to be one of the episodes but was pulled down at the last minute. Back then, I just felt that it was not appropriate to write about it at that time.

Well, the time to bare it all has finally arrived and perhaps now is the right time to pick up where I left off earlier and finally tell the story of the Sweet Barracuda.

Sweet Barracuda's real name is Sandra and Toby got to know her through GF 2.0, whom the 2 ladies were very good friends. So Toby liked Sandra but problem is, Sandra like another guy (let's call him G). To make matters even more complicated, G is after another girl (A). People have love triangles but Toby had to choose to start his first ever love affair with a quadrilateral. Yes, Toby was a late bloomer as far as BGR is concerned.

It was tough for Toby for he was totally inexperienced and to add salt to wound, a very very very nice guy. As you would agree, girls like bad boys and nice guys end up trampled like a doormat. Yes, Toby was a virgin doormat.

Toby was shy and given that Sandra was pursuing other interest, he could only pined for her from afar. His strategy was to be that steadfastly strong nice guy and just wait. Hopefully, his enduring patience would make her see his feelings for her one day.

Funnily, it was the same for Sandra who was pining from afar as G finally got together with A. Now G was one kind of a player and was ironically attracting the girls like moths to an open flame. By the time, G got tired of A and dumped her, Sandra came right in after.

If you were a cat and there was a fish jumping into in your mouth on its own, what would you do? Eat it, of course. Well, Sandra was that proverbial fish and G, unfortunately was that proverbial cat.

So it was blissful for the new couple and certainly heart-wrenching for Toby. Yet, the goodness of Toby's heart felt that as long as Sandra was happy, he should be happy for her as well.

Now true to G's style of operation, the flavour of the month didn't last very long and Sandra soon found herself dumped. She became depressed and Toby being the true gentleman (to a fault) refused to take advantage of the situation. Instead, he provided the shoulder to cry on without asking for anything in return. Sandra's depression became more serious that we had imagined as she was admitted to hospital one day for severe anorexia and had to undergo psychiatric counseling. Her studies were badly affected and she had to repeat her freshman year as a result of missing her final examinations.

Toby's heart ached silently at the sight of Sandra's fading health but nonetheless continued to be that strength of pillar staying by her side as a "friend".

Sandra eventually got better and just when Toby felt that it was time to finally make the move. Tragedy struck. Sandra and G got back together. G, at that time, just ended a relationship with another girl (B) and Sandra decided that she would reenact the Cat and the Fish scenario. (WTF??)

Toby this time really geh tio to see Sandra slipped away from his arms so easily. After all that he had given, it still came to nought.

It was really tough on Toby for all the dating experience that I accumulated over the years, Toby caught up to speed in just 6 months. Anyway, Toby figured out the emotional mess that he got himself into and decided to finally throw in the towel. While the quest had been abandoned, Toby nevertheless still carry a small torch of hope, hidden in the deep corner of his heart.

We fast forward to 1995 when the semester was over and I was serving my internship at Shittybank. It was the final day of my internship and we all decided to party at Barracuda (Marina South) to celebrate after work. Towards the end of the evening, we found Sandra slumped over the patio table on the upper alfresco deck. It was a pitiful sight as Sandra was half passed out drunk, puking her guts out and sobbing her eye sockets away at the same time.

G dumped her a second time.

I can imagine the heart ache that Toby had felt that night as he pulled me aside and said,

Toby: Jay, can you help me send her home?

Looking at Toby's eyes, I already knew what he was going to ask even before he opened his mouth. I'd never say no to a brother. We cut the party short and carried her to my car with the plastic bags and the paper napkins.

I put the two of them in the back seat with Sandra's head on his lap snoozing and sobbing intermittently. As I got into the driver's seat, I look at Toby through the rear view mirror. The excruciating heartache could be seen from his pair of bespectacled eyes.

He heart pained her.
I heart pained him. 

It was a uneventful drive before we reached her block in Ang Mo Kio. He sent her up before getting back into the car.

The journey back to Toby's place was a quiet one. Neither of us spoke. It was as if our conversation had already call it a night before us.

We learned that Sandra was ok the next morning and Toby got a call from her to thank him. He spent the next few minutes offering some words of comfort and that was the last time we heard from her.

We did run into Sandra in school from time to time after that incident but things were permanently changed after that night.



Dear Toby,

I am not sure if you would ever get the chance to read this. It would really be awkward for I am writing about somebody who would be reading about it. While I am not sure if everything is absolutely accurate but this is merely my recollection to the best of my memory.

I apologise if airing your laundry will upset you. But still this is part of my memory and my life. I need to archive this. As a show of respect, this is under password protection, which I don't even know if I would ever give you the password.

You are a good person and Adelyn is lucky to have you. Frankly, I think it's Sandra's loss not to realise what a wonder and decent person you are. Pity.


- Voxeros

1. akk left...
Monday, 25 September 2006 5:32 pm
what was it abt Sandra that Toby liked so much?


2. JayWalk left...
Monday, 25 September 2006 6:26 pm :: 
Akk: This type of thing hor, hard to explain lah. Like means like lor.


3. xcake left...
Tuesday, 3 October 2006 1:02 pm :: http://xcake.blogspot.com
He's nice but he was trampled. I don't understand why he took so long to decide to make a move on her if he liked her so much. :( Hopefully the girl learned her lesson too. G is such a jerk!!!


4. JayWalk left...
Tuesday, 3 October 2006 9:53 pm ::
xcake: G may be a jerk but girls seemed attracted to him for some strange reason. This type of thing takes 2 hands to clap.

23 September 2006

Name Series Part 6 - Wilma II

Wilma II 

It was at the time between ex-gf2 and Kheng. The calendar was showing July 1993 and I was in my "second" freshman year. July has always been my favourite month of the Uni academic calendar. One word to explain why.

Orientation.
Orientation was a period of great fun for me. Lessons won't really start formally until the 4th week and it was fun, fun and fun all the way. There were new freshman chicks to tackle. Orientation camps and Jam n Hops to go to, etc.

I was heading my faculty's Social committee and it was a particular hectic period for me as I was putting up a Faculty Pagaent and a Faculty Jam-n-Hop at the same time.

So there was this one night when the NUS Arts Jam-n-Hop was going on and all my roommates went sans moi. I had to stay back as I have my own Jam-n-Hop to set up. We were staging it later that week and hence had no time to go party with the rest of the gang. It was there when Wilma got to know my roommates and I guessed they had such a good time that they decided to take her on a Night NTU tour after the event.

I was exhausted from all the event preparation that I passed out on my bed without realising that they had returned and chilling out in my room. I briefly remembered waking up to the introductions (Hi. This is Wilma.) before falling back asleep. I was really tired.

The next day when I woke up, I did remember a girl the previous night but have no idea what her name was. Heck, I didn't even remember what she looked like. I didn't have class that morning (Thursday on a 3-day week timetable) and I was chilling out in my room with the music playing softly while I catch up on my assignments. My roommates were all Engineers and so I had the whole room to myself that morning while they were out attending classes.

There was a knock on the door and there she was. Although I have no recollection of her face nor her name, I knew by gut feeling that she was the same girl from the night before. She came by to ask me out for lunch.

Here's the interesting part. She was from NUS and she traveled all the way to NTU just to ask me out for lunch. Wow. I like her already! As it turned out, we hit if off right away. She was smart, funny and witty. Just hanging out with her was a joy and I believed that there were definitely sparks flying all over place. I asked her to be my Plus-One for the coming Jam-n-Hop and she readily agreed.

Fast forward.

It was Sunday night and I had the entire Zanzibar (Le Meridien Hotel) booked for the party. I must have packed 500 people in an establishment that was legally allowed to admit only 300 for fire safety reasons. Oh well. Can't keep people out of a good party, can we?

The program ran smoothly as we had a blast of a time. Especially so when the head-bartender sneaked me 50 bourbon cokes. Technically, it wasn't sneaking as the barman sure wasn't subtle about it as he lined all 50 of them from one end of the bar to the other. Great party, I tell ya.

Being the head-honcho of the organising committee automatically made me the host of the party and people were coming around making small talks and congratulating me on a very successful party.

As wonderful a time as I was having, there were some isolated incidents that marred what could have been the perfect party.

Among the people and the small talks, I had a few occasions of being pulled to one side for a "private talk".

Below is a sample of the gist of these "private conversation".

Friend #1: That's you new gf? Wah raoz. Can be better looking or not?
Friend #2: Eh, Jay. You are the most happening guy in school. Surely you can do better than this?
Friend #3: Eh. Leave her here lah. I got a friend, Yvonne (insert any other girl's name) over there wanting to know you. Come lah! Come lah!
Friend #4: Aiyoh, her complexion so terok. I be your gf lah.

Ok ok... I could go on and on but you get the idea.

I was offended but kept my cool for their intentions were good albeit very misguided.
Sure, Wilma was no beauty queen nor model material but she was a very fun person to be with. I liked her and I think that is all that mattered right?

Anyway, we broke up after a month. I haven't gotten over my break up with ex-gf2 then and I didn't want to be with her under rebound circumstances. In short, I wasn't ready for another relationship so soon.

She left and I've not heard from her since.
- Voxeros

1. sunflower left...
Saturday, 23 September 2006 3:21 pm
Whip your back side


2. JayWalk left...
Saturday, 23 September 2006 6:31 pm :: 
sunflower: Now now... let's not get kinky here..... -- "


3. OLLie left...
Saturday, 23 September 2006 10:57 pm
kinky? woooohoooo.. I like kinkiness. hahahha..
But seriously, I wouldnt have the courage to go to a guy's room just to ask him out for lunch.
Oi. time to train me in that area. Quick! Then I'll get brownie points!


4. JayWalk left...
Saturday, 23 September 2006 11:08 pm ::
Ollie: Patience, my young Padawan. All in good time where I will help you to snag that dream guy of yours.


5. piki left...
Sunday, 24 September 2006 10:54 pm
i asked a guy out for a concert and snagged him, but dumped him a year on, cos he was *sheepish grin* too nice.


6. aloe left...
Monday, 25 September 2006 10:38 am
wah! she's good... brave.. Applauds... I dun have the guts to do that too. Fear of rejection..


7. JayWalk left...
Monday, 25 September 2006 10:51 am :: 
Piki: Kudos for the womenfolk to make the first move and help share the burder of crash and burn. Granted that he was dumped a year later, trust me. He enjoyed that one year together.

Anna: Rejection is just part and parcel of the game. It stings a little at first but it is easy to get over it. So I won't be too concerned if I were you.


8. akk left...
Monday, 25 September 2006 12:05 pm
i chased down my first bf, 2 years. dumped him cos he didn't know treasure when it blinking right in front of him.


9. JayWalk left...
Monday, 25 September 2006 3:34 pm :: 
akk: Blinking of course cannot see. You need to FLASH him mah.... kekekeeke


10. xcake left...
Tuesday, 3 October 2006 1:50 pm :: http://xcake.blogspot.com
Your friends... jialat. Say until like that. Actually, when you wrote "She was smart, funny and witty" , I was wondering where the 'pretty" part is. This is sad. Why are not-so-good-looking girls always sidelined? The better friends that I have are not the prettiest of the lot, but their personalities more than make up for everything else.

But I'm not worried la, I'm pretty one. haha. I just feel bad for that Wilma that guys said those kinds of stuff before knowing her better. Then again, after knowing her, maybe they wouldn't say such things.


11. JayWalk left...
Tuesday, 3 October 2006 9:50 pm ::
xcake: Truth to be told. She was pretty to me coz a woman's beauty isn't all about the external appearance. A smile and a heart of gold goes a long way too.

22 September 2006

Name Series Part 5 - Tony

Tony owns a printing firm around the Commonwealth area and I got to know him when I went to him for a printing job. We'd only just set up the Nanyang Image Makers and we were about to publish the very first issue of the NaIMs Magazine.

I got more than I bargained for. On top of the magazines, I got a friendship that would last a lifetime.

Tony life started off on a humble note. Son of a single mother, whom at one time was so poverty stricken, had to place Tony in the custody of the Canossian Sisters.

Because of this, Tony has always been supportive of the Canossian Sisters and to this day have not asked for a single cent whenever their newsletter, flyers and brochures needed printing. On top of that, he has been an active supporter of their various ministries.

Tony did not have a formal education and to be where he is today, was purely hard work. He has worked from sailor to hotel chef to door-to-door sewing machine repairman to owner of a printing firm and a small insurance agency. He has done it all. Tony has come and long way and yet remain a humble man with a big cheerful belly. Respect.

One of Tony's talent is cooking. I remembered him calling me one day.

Tony: Eh, I cooking this weekend. Come over and bring all your friends. *hangs up*

The makan session was done in his front porch and he would bring the gas cylinder, gas stove and wok and he would cook on the spot for us while we all sat around in plastic chairs talking the evening away. Sedap!

At the end of the meal, he would hand out a plastic tub that used to be an ice-cream tub.

Ahh... time to pass the charity tub around. He was collecting money for the Canossian Sisters, which we all gave generously. One cannot imagine a simple and modest white, used ice-cream tub, could be filled with so much love.

I was no stranger to private charity work and as such, when I found out about RunForFunds project, it was like water to a fish.

Tony's kindness didn't stop there. Over the years, Tony, together with his son-in-law, have been collecting unsold bread from our local confectioners and distributed them to the homeless people in the vicinity of Desker Road and Johor Street. I am not sure about now, given that I have been away for so long, but I am sure till this day, they would still be doing it, come rain or shine.

Tony has one hobby that he does every weekend without fail. Taking his boat out to sea. It was him that encouraged me to get a boat license. That way he can drink all the beer he wants and dozed off under the warm afternoon sea breeze while I take the boat safely back to Punggol Marina.

I would say that Tony is probably the oldest friend that I have. He is a grandfather already.
Anyway, today is a short blog.

Thank you Tony. Thank you for teaching me to be a better person. Thank you.

p.s. As I was drafting this entry, it dawned on me that I should connect Tony and RunForFunds together. I think with similar goals, we can achieve more with this synergy.
- Voxeros

1. Gary left...
Friday, 22 September 2006 8:48 pm
wow, your life is so colourful that i read all the series at one go.. from sec sch to NS to working world.. hahaha.. especially the one in your NS where your friend is in the car boot and drive especially long.. i wonder how many more name series you have up in your sleeves..


2. JayWalk left...
Saturday, 23 September 2006 12:40 am :: 
Gary: We all have colourful life. Only difference is that I have a knack for remember details and story telling. That's all.

This series is a 7-parter with the last 2 under password protection. Email me for the password if you are interested to pursue this series further.


3. JayWalk left...
Saturday, 23 September 2006 12:45 am :: 
Gary: One more thing. I believe the tag search engine couldn't accommodate all the search results for my series.

Does a search for "School boy series" & "tuition series" in the tags on the right side column, just below the Chat Pad.

Enjoy.


4. xcake left...
Saturday, 23 September 2006 1:42 pm :: http://xcake.blogspot.com
This kind of stories never fails to bring a smile to my face but it's also this kind of stories that makes me feel like such an evil person. ahaha. I hope Tony lives to a long and prosperous life!

I wanna help the dancing-bears foundation.


5. JayWalk left...
Saturday, 23 September 2006 1:51 pm ::
xcake: Same. It was an honour to have a story like this to write about. I am most humbled.

21 September 2006

Name Series Part 4 - Christopher

 Christopher I

I know Christopher since Sec 1. He was in NPCC while I was in St John and as all uniformed groups had their activities on Saturdays, it wasn't long before we came to know of each other's existence. Before you start to think that that would be the start of a beautiful friendship, it was not. It never happened. This bloke was one heck of a weird guy. Initially, as and when we passed each other in school, I would usually offer a friendly "Hi!". Strangely, what I got in return was this stare like as if I just murdered his parents and their bloods were still dripping off my chin. It wasn't long for me to start treating him as invisible.

Psycho.

I am sure that you would agree when I say that Singapore is a small place and certainly a place that does not require the 6 degrees (of separation) to get ourselves connected to one another on this little island. As it turned out, he was the "brother" of my first ex-gf and they knew each other since Sec 2.

I have nothing against Christopher but because of his psychotic animosity towards me, I've grown to dislike him too. That kinda put the ex-gf in a tight spot as she got caught between the two of us. So much so that she had to painstakingly make sure that we do not end up together at the same place at the same time.

Alas, there would be times where such arrangements would be impossible impossible like the holiday chat or the birthday party. Neither or us could be excluded nor staggered to appear at different times.

It was her 17th birthday and there was a birthday gathering at her place. The air of tension in the atmosphere spells "杀气" in bright neon colours and was blinking so incessantly bright that even a blind man would have been annoyed.

So there I was at her place helping out with the logistics wherever I can, and there he was sitting in one corner with his killer stare following me all over the house like a Star Wars Imperial Cruiser Tractor Beam. What was his problem?

Sheesh.

Being the bf, I was naturally going to be the last one to leave and I would be staying back with the cleaning up. I remembered the look on his face when he did the "final turnaround" before he walked out the front door. I must have killed his pet goldfish too.


Ex-gf and I broke up after the A-levels and we went our separate ways. She headed to NUS while I entered NS.

Fast Forward.

I met Fern during my NS days and you guys would know how it's like when people get to know each other for the first time. Name dropping would always be the classic ice-breaker in a conversation. The usual "Oh-you-from-xxx-then-you-must-know-yyy" opening will always be deployed to get the chat going.

Remembered I said earlier that Singapore is a small place? Well, Christopher was Fern's cousin.

Ouch.

So I related the ex-gf story to her about her cousin and she went, "Yah, he is like that one."

Sigh.

Well, I don't think Fern mentioned me to Christopher as I have not seen him since the last ex-gf.

Heng ah.

Anyway, the Fern entry ended with me breaking up with her.

Die.

I killed his folks, his pet goldfish and dumped his cousin.

Die.

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- Voxeros

20 September 2006

Name Series Part 3 - Wilma

Wilma I

My apologies to all future Wilmas for the last one that I've encountered was such a nightmare. She may not be the main reason I quit my Tuas job but she certainly was the trigger that kill the camel with the straw-broken back.

 It all dates back to 1996. I started work in Tuas the very Monday after my last paper. I was in Corporate Comms and she was in Billing. Admittedly, she was one of the better looking gals in there but there was something about her that wasn't quite right. I was the new guy and well wishers have been dropping hints here and there warning me against her. I didn't pay much attention to all the whisperings nor her. We were in different business units and I was having too much fun doing my stuff and being really good at it. It wasn't often that we get to do what we love. I was creating. From corporate global website to newsletters to directories to marketing kits.

Anyway, it was obvious I was shining brightly when I was poached to head the Marketing department of another business unit. 3 months later, I added the Operations Department to my portfolio following the unfortunately passing of my predecessor. This is when I came into full contact with her professionally. That was when I finally get the opportunity to know her up close and personal (with much regret).

She is a real piece of work as I received numerous complaints against her for quarreling with the customers. It was a time when the Customer Services Manager went on maternity leave that I had to cover her department as well. So here's the awful thing. I have to take nasty phone calls from users (Customer Services) lodging formal complaints against her. After that, I have visit the customer's corporate head office (marketing - accounts management) for another dressing down. By right, she would have been fired right away but strangely each and every time she escaped unscathed.

Finally, it was all revealed to me. She was the mistress of my boss. The almighty GM whom I report directly to. The GM is somebody who I admired a lot. Armed with just a Primary 6 education, he worked his way from PSA coolie to warehouse forklift driver to GM with a nice company car to boot. My GM has always treated me like a younger brother and I am thankful for that till this very day.

Reluctantly, like many of my other colleagues before me, I too had to look the other way as a gesture of giving Tai Kor face.

I was thinking that if she put in more effort into her job (which to be honest is not bad), we would all be working together happily. Somehow her stuck-up attitude is like an extra piece of sandpaper. Unnecessary friction. Most of the time, I just put up with her while avoiding any kind of confrontation.

Fast forward to June 1999. I was tasked to head the Y2K compliance projects of the Malaysia, Indonesia and Singapore offices. She was roped into my Singapore team and I had to spend even more time enduring her tantrums.

First, there was a lot of data to migrate to the next system. Second, we have a deadline to complete the project. Year 2000 wasn't going to wait for us to complete our migration. Third, I was heading 3 teams concurrently. Fourth, she was damn difficult to work with but I can't boot her out on account that she was my Tai Kor's woman.

It was sheer hell then. I was caught in the middle between my GM's kindness at the top and her insubordination at the bottom. I was so burnt out that I drafted my resignation letter and saved to my harddisk, waiting to be printed the moment my Y2K projects were completed.

Then the "incident" occurred. We have a pool of network printers but among them was a line printer that was capable of printing several hundreds of lines per minute. It was a very expensive printer and as such we only had one. Hence, the chance to use it is precious commodity as all of us had much to print.

It just so happened that fateful day where I sent a print job, by mistake to the line printer instead of a regular printer. It just so happened that fateful day that the errant print job of mine cut hers in the printing queue. She came storming into the printing room all ballistics. I apologised for my mistake and cleared the printer queue for her.

She continued on her tirade and finally crossed the line with the magic word.

BASTARD.

19 September 2006

Name Series Part 2 - Raymond

 My apologies to all future Raymonds for I have very bad experiences with Raymonds.

Raymond I
Raymond crossed my path at Sec 4. It was a time we were embroiled in a love triangle. It was a story between a SCGS Girl, a RI boy and an ACS boy. Already school rivals in everything, there we were rivals in love.

Initially, he had the upper hand in the race for her heart but a fight to the final wire saw me triumphed at the end. Ironically, it was his badmouthing of me that pushed her away to me. She didn't like what she saw in his character. His insecurity took away too many brownie points resulting in his own rejection. Karma, I'd say.

Raymond II
So I've got the girl at the end of the day. After Sec 4, she went to NJC while I remained faithful to my alma matta and went on to ACJC. She then has a classmate and you guessed it, Raymond. Because of the fact that we were in different JCs, we only meet up on Wednesdays (short day of the week) and weekends. Raymond and her hanged out in school quite a lot, being classmates and all. What I later found out from her best friend that Raymond was trying to wedge himself between us. Raymond was interested in her right on the first day of JC. Too bad for him, we were together even before that.

She and I have had our quarrels and squabbles from time to time and for some reason, Raymond was always the person she would turn to for comfort and a listening ear.
We broke up at the end of JC 2 but they never did get together after that either.

Raymond III
I was in the army serving my National Service when I received a page on my beeper. It was her. Granted we may have broken up, we nevertheless still maintained contact. Well, it was quite a while since we last talked and during that update, I found out that there was a new man in her life. Sigh.... Raymond.

Again.

Apparently, Raymond was due to be posted to my camp and was asking me to take "special care" of him. It just so happened that great powers is bestowed upon those who has achieved Super Old Bird status in the camp. Me.

Raymond, another RI boy. Lives near my place and drove a Mazda Miata. Through my network within the camp, I discovered the Raymond was a medic and was due to arrive at the medical centre later that week. Honouring my promise to my ex, I made special arrangements to ensure his posting in was a smooth one. We met on his first day. We shook hands. We never saw each other again.

Raymond IV
It wasn't until towards the end of my freshman year in NTU before my heart opened again for another relationship. Serious one, that is. She was from accountancy and I knew I had a rival vying for her heart too. What I didn't realised until much later was that this bugger was none other than Raymond II. Small world! We fought over a girl back in JC and now as if history has turned a full cycle, we were fighting over another girl again. However, as history would have repeated itself, I got the girl. Jay 2, Raymond 0.

Weirdly, it was like watching a movie re-run over and over again. Being classmates, they hanged out quite often. Her best friend alerted me of Raymond trying to make a move on her. Raymond again offered the shoulder to cry on whenever there was a squabble.

Again, he never got her after we broke up.

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- Voxeros

1. hitomi left...
Tuesday, 19 September 2006 12:32 am
I think hor, the first girl just likes the name Raymond. Either that or this name too common liao.


2. JayWalk left...
Tuesday, 19 September 2006 12:36 am :: 
Hitomi: Dunno leh. Machiam like my time a lot of people are named Raymond. Just like there are a lot of Michaels in the 80s as a result of George Michael's popularity.

Lest not forget Maverick, after the movie Top Gun hit the silver screens.

Oh well.


3. sunflower left...
Tuesday, 19 September 2006 9:16 am
How come suddenly blog-ged about your love affairs??
BTW, I got to know a few Raymond, but all of the are nice nice one. And how I got to know my hubby is thru Raymond as well. I fall for my hubby despite I know this Raymond like me...:D


4. akk left...
Tuesday, 19 September 2006 9:34 am
in the first place, those gals you've got? i wonder why they were still hanging out with these guys knowing that they are obviously trying to get a foot in the door.


5. JayWalk left...
Tuesday, 19 September 2006 10:18 am :: 
Sunflower: It just so happened that all the Raymonds got entangled with past relationships. Eh, we talking about Raymond here hor. Focus!!

Akk: Perhaps due to the fact that I am not around and these guys are the next best alternative? Hmm.... I never did think of it from your angle. Oh well.


6. sunflower left...
Tuesday, 19 September 2006 10:41 am
You sure you only wan to blog about Raymond and not other else!


7. xcake left...
Wednesday, 20 September 2006 4:12 pm :: http://xcake.blogspot.com
What's with the curse of the Raymonds? ahahhaha.
It even sounds like you are in a play called The Importance of Being Raymond, but in this case, all the Raymonds lost :P


8. JayWalk left...
Wednesday, 20 September 2006 9:06 pm :: 
sunflower: Oi!!!!

xcake: I think it's karma. Must have pissed off quite a number of Raymonds in my past life to have to endure so many kachowing me during this life. Haiz...

18 September 2006

Name Series Part 1 - Angela

Tracking Back
As promised, it's time to write my story about Angela. However, as I was writing about her, I was inspired to turn it into yet another series. Without further ado, Here's this week's Name Series.

Foreword
We meet new people every day and we often than not, form a initial impression of the person at the very first introduction. As people often have same names, we unwittingly tend to group them in the same category based on this very simple association. Based on our own past experiences, a certain name may tag along with it, a positive or negative connotation.

Angela I
Angela and Angela appeared in my life at different stages. Sec 3 and when I was working in Tuas.

For those who have not be following my blog for long, I was an active member in the St John Ambulance Brigade during my school days not only in my own school but in several other schools as instructors. Angela was from First Toa Payoh Secondary School and was a cadet where I was teaching. I guess owing to the fact that I was just a year older, it is very easy to get along with my cadets as we are of the same age. However, to keep things strictly professional between instructors and cadets, there was a no-fraternising policy in place. Alas, this line of separation is often blurred. Blame it on raging teenage hormones.
It was just a matter of days after my first appearance before my phone number gets leaked out and circulated. Before you know it, I was getting phone calls day in and day out. I've always enjoyed a good chat from time to time but limit it at that before incurring the wrath of the school principal and the adult officers-in-charge.

One night, the phone rang. I picked up the phone and there was a very low voice on the other end, whom I initially thought was a man and probably looking for my dad since the person sounded quite old from the low voice.

Jay: Hello?
Angela: *in her bladdy low voice* 猜猜我是谁?
Jay: *screaming silently* Wah lan eh!! Du tio kwee ah!!

I slammed the phone accidentally but partly also iTioChuah.

Minutes later, the phone rang again as it was Angela again whom she identified herself the second time round. She apologised for calling out of the blue and I apologised for the panic slamming of the phone. Anyway, the phone conversation lasted 5 minutes as I was studying and she never called again.

Angela II
Ahh yes, we've come to Angela of the mid-90s. The highlight of this entry. She was a colleague in Tuas where I work and the best way to describe her would probably be "Weird Weird 的". She was in the accounts department where I was running the marketing, sales and operations departments.

The bad news is that she has this MEGA crush on my Ops Manager.
The good news is that she has this MEGA crush on my Ops Manager.

Heng ah. Mm si wa. Bor wa eh tai chee.

Angela was this stocky girl about 1.7m with a hunch. Thick glasses with a slight underbite and no neck. The type where you point to the sky and she would have to bend backwards in order to look up. Ok Ok..... so I exaggerate a little but ask any ACS boy about Mrs Wan (Frankenstein Woman) and they will know what I am talking about.

Anyway, below was a conversation between my Ops Manager and her, that floored us.

Mega Crush Ops Mgr: Eh Angie, you last one to leave the office yesterday hor?
Angela: Yah.
Mega Crush Ops Mgr: Eh, you forgot to switch off the lights before you leave. How many times must I tell you to switch off the lights if you are the last one to leave.
Angela: *silence*
Mega Crush Ops Mgr: *sarcastic* You at night sleep with all the lights turned on one is it?
Angela: Yah.
Mega Crush Ops Mgr: *speechless*

Because we knew that she was a bit "funny funny", we could tell, from that last response, if she was telling a matter of fact. To further illustrate her "weirdness", we had a visit from her parents in the office one day looking for her. Their daughter didn't return home the night before and apparently it was a frequent occurrence. We were told that she often just disappear for days and reappear out from nowhere.

She stayed with the company for close to 3 years before she tendered her resignation.

Rumour has it that her secret affair with our IT Manager soured. Nonetheless, she still maintained the Mega Crush on my Ops Manager.

So it was her last day of work and she went around bidding farewell to everyone in the office. She deliberately saved the last stop for my Ops Manager who occupies the cubicle next to mine.

Angela: Ah Phua.
Mega Crush Ops Mgr: Yah?
Angela: Today my last day leh. I just want to say goodbye.
Mega Crush Ops Mgr: Orh. Ok. Good luck hor.
Angela: Yah. Thanks. You take care hor.
Mega Crush Ops Mgr: Thanks. I will.
Angela: Ah Phua.
Mega Crush Ops Mgr: Yah?
Angela: 你会想我吗?

Next thing before anyone knows it, there was coffee spurted all over the PC, the monitor, the printer, the desk and the Ops Manager's shirt was all wet.

I had to sprint to the toilet before my head explodes from trying to contain my laughter.



So to all the future Angelas that I will meet. My apologies up front.
- Voxeros

1. OLLie left...
Monday, 18 September 2006 6:42 pm
I nearly puked my ribena onto my precious computer screen sia. hahaha..
Anyway, the name Angela reminded me of my damn fierce guides senior who eventually became my maths teacher in jc. Talk about freaky coincidence. There are so many classes in a level and she was assigned to the one I'm in.


2. JayWalk left...
Monday, 18 September 2006 10:52 pm ::
OLLie: Well, if it is any consolation, I always have had good impression of your name. :)


3. OLLie left...
Tuesday, 19 September 2006 12:28 am
of course! i have such a beautiful name! hahaha..


4. JayWalk left...
Tuesday, 19 September 2006 12:31 am :: 
Ollie: Indeed!


5. aloe left...
Tuesday, 19 September 2006 9:05 am
my colleague also called this leh. But she's not weird or anything. Can we just say that you were unlucky to meet with such weird and/or irritating characters who happened to have the same name? LOL!


6. akk left...
Tuesday, 19 September 2006 9:35 am
i like the first one, heheheeh.....


7. JayWalk left...
Tuesday, 19 September 2006 10:21 am :: 
Anna: No say all the Angelas of the world are like that lah. Just so happen that I have a streak of meeting scary Angies.

AKK: You are starting to scare me,AKK.....


8. xcake left...
Wednesday, 20 September 2006 4:32 pm :: http://xcake.blogspot.com
Did the spurting of coffee really happened? I can't imagine that for real. ahahaha. Luckily my name is not Angela...


9. JayWalk left...
Wednesday, 20 September 2006 9:08 pm :: 
xcake: Oh yes. And I can tell you that it was kopi-O. Ah Phua and I have our own personal kopi sock in the pantry. Yes. We make our own kopi. We is hardcore.