People I meet.
No need to call him Tan Sri even though he is as real a Tan Sri can be as the lemon butter sauce on your salmon. I am not all that comfortable with this informality but I reckon it's much better this way than going about the classroom with Tan Sri this, Tan Sri that, here's your term paper Tan Sri, or, see ya in the library in 3 minutes, Tan Sri. And so I call him, hey big guy! He's all right with this. In fact I'd like to have me believe that he likes that very much. And so I go, hey big guy, do you have my pen? Or, awww, big guy, this is an out-dated PowerBook G4. One of these days I'm gonna say, c'mon, big guy, why don't you make a couple of phone calls to some people in the government so they can give me million-dollar contracts tomorrow, eh?
I'd like to have you believe that I'm joking but I am not actually. Especially about the million dollar contract part even though I know this is the least likely thing to ever happen to my uneventful life I am currently leading as a student of a university set amidst the verdant and undulating hills of Gombak.
There is a lady in her late 60s in our group. She's as spirited as a pony, going about the campus from one class to another pursuing a masters degree in Islamic Civilization. I know of her from the articles about her in high-profile magazines I used to read long long time ago, probably on the plane or in the hotel lobby somewhere in Abu Dhabi, or was it Riyadh. Maybe Christchurch. I can't remember.I'd like to have you believe that I'm joking but I am not actually. Especially about the million dollar contract part even though I know this is the least likely thing to ever happen to my uneventful life I am currently leading as a student of a university set amidst the verdant and undulating hills of Gombak.
I meet a lot of interesting people now that I can't help but to look at myself in the mirror in the morning to see if I will ever be someone I'm trying to be, or will I end up looking at the man in the mirror thinking, do I have the brain for all this?
posted by Bergen at
11:30 PM
6 Comments:
Salam bro,
Only true jackasses would like to be pampered with man-made, man-given titles. The Tan Sri you mention, I don't think he is one of them. In fact, I was embarrassed on one or 2 occasion when not realising the person I was addressing holds a title. Luckily, he too was not a jackass! :)
You in UIA bro? That's a good place to be. Honestly, I don't think I have the brains for all that anymore.
Reading you from whence I did, I somehow suspect you're more than you are making us believe. If true, that's a ok by me, cause I enjoy reading you as it is.
Take care bro :)
After telling the Tan Sri about the million dollar contract just slip in a few names, like a certain cikgu from Penang, who could make do with a paltry few million.
Anyway, your stories bring back memories. One thing about studying at a later age (I graduated at 40) is that you tend to be cooler, you are not so much in a rush as those fresh from school. Hey, enjoy it.
Salam Bergen:
Whoa! You got important ppl as classmates!( So, now they have nothing else to do or are now in the 'unwanted' circle that they have to study again).
I think the Tan Sri is an elderly chap who still knew and remember his roots.But, I'm sure you wouldn't want to meet the young Datuks( don't think they can be a Tan Sri at a young age), for they would want some respect given to them ,by us calling them Datuk this and datuk that to the top of our voice so everyone in the vicinity will hear it.
Bro, you might like to tell us you are not intelligent but I have to disagree with that. Granted we have never met, but I just know you are one brilliant guy.Really!( hey..can you give me the recipe for the salmon sauce?)
And I always will give a tabik spring to whoever goes back to school after the age of 40.For I am not one of those guys. I am a chap who'd say: Alah....I don't think I can stand the hectic schedule of a student anymore.
Tabik spring toing!toing!toing! to you and your classmates.
have a nice weekend,sir.
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Salam Bergen
The scret is to be yourself, irrespective whether you're in the company of the Datuks, Tan Sris, Tuns or the Tunkus, Tuankus, Rajas and what ever other titles they may have in front of their names.
As for brains, there's this joke that we share here in Uganda: A Datuk Seri was told what the shape of his forehead and the back of the head said of him.
The forehead showed that he is a thinker while the back of it showed that he is smart.
But what does it say when the forehead and the back of the head are joined together? The answer: The Datuk Seri thinks he's smart.
Enjoy your studies, bro!
Cakapaje: Good to know that you enjoy reading my blog, sir. Thank you.
Kata Tak Nak: You're right. I'm not in a rush to get a job. And I don't plan to use whatever it is that I will be getting when this is over to get a job. I'm in it purely for the learning.
Tokasid: I got nothing else better to do, doc. That's why I can take the hectic schedule. LOL.
Fauziah Ismail: Good to know one can actually figure his/her personality by the shape of one's head. LOL.
Thank you for visiting, folks.
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