Thursday, August 05, 2010


Good things don't happen all that often and so when they do, you'd wanna to take them all in and enjoy 'em while they last. But you don't wanna do that because she is some one's missus and you know it is not the right thing to do to be talking on the phone with her at the hour of the night when you should be sleeping like a truck that has ran out of gas.

But there she goes talking about one thing to another, and one thing leads to another that's bigger than the last thing she has just talked about and frankly I find it hard to keep up because I know I doze off once or twice while holding on to the phone but she just keeps on talking like a politician on a mission to save the planet from being eaten up by an octopus that has just gotten bigger after being shot by mistake with a serum that can blow up the cells ten times over.

I told her once or twice before that she shouldn't be talking to me be about everything that has gone very wrong with her and her man on account there is nothing I can about it and also on account I don't have the necessary papers or documents to be listening to marital problems or domestic affairs that only Leprechaun can do something about it.

But she keeps on talking and I keep on listening. All the time thinking one of these days I am going to be in a lot of trouble for talking to some one's missus on the phone at the hours of the night when I should be dreaming of something like roast lamb, or something nice like that.

Last week she called to meet up in a restaurant to talk about something she said was urgent and important that only a sympathetic pair of ears like mine are capable of listening which I doubt very much because ears like mine are as good as yours to be listening to anything other than other people's marital problem. We didn't meet up because I had a good reason not to. I did and it was the first class reason too. I told her I was getting married and had to rush to two other towns after the wedding because I had to marry two more women, one after another in two towns and had to get back in the city to marry the last one before the Tok Kadi calls it a day. She laughed and said you and your tall stories about women.

The boy in you want to tell her that I gotta go to the bathroom but the man in me is just too chicken to hurt someone this hour of the night when I should be thinking about lamb briyani or something nice like that.


Blogger mekyam said...

aisay berg, you poorting!

we've heard of agony aunts, but this lady is certainly making you her personal agony uncle. or should i say uncle in agony...

*sebenarnya i nak LOL tapi takut you kecik hati*

4:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The way you write, I tell're going to make women fall in love with you lah abg berg!


6:58 AM  
Anonymous mm said...

you must have a good pair of listening ears, berg,,,good on ya for drawing the line about meeting up..
surely, with that speed on that red beaut, you definately can do four weddings and squeeze in that dinner in that restaurant in a day...
g'day and g'weekend,

8:24 AM  
Blogger Bergen said...

Mekyam: No, ma'am. I don't kecik hati one ha ha.

Anonymous 6:58AM / F: Thank you, ma'ma.

MM: Good idea. I can wed 4 in a day and still have time for a good dinner at a restaurant in the city.

11:07 AM  
Anonymous Miz Lavender said...

Haha good one Berg.
Now I know whom to call when I have problems.
The man in you sure can help me.
But BEWARE, I will be talking to you when your wife is around.
Then you will be talking to another man on how to resolve issues with your wife.

12:22 PM  
Blogger Bergen said...

Miz Lavender: The round and about sequence of who's talking to who is a good stuff for a comedy of errors. He he

12:26 PM  
Blogger Snakebite said...

i think i wanna copycat u on excuse to avoid meeting up...

3:40 PM  
Blogger Fauziah Ismail said...

Hmmm, layannnnn ...

4:08 PM  
Blogger Sir Pök Déng said...

So she must be another woman, not the one who once called you in the middle of night to sob sob sob on this and sob sob sob on that but you could only listen pretending to have sympathetic ears but at the same time you're thinking of lamb briyani.

4:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you've got to publish that lamb biriyani recipe - you got me thinking of it now!


4:40 PM  
Blogger Zendra-Maria said...

Err... next time, play on high volume a malay tv drama and tell her you have guests...


6:44 PM  
Blogger Sharifah Rashidah bt. Syed Ahmad said...

Yes, I fully agree with u, sir. There's really nothing you can do besides listening to her. Marital problems I believe are solely up to the people involved to sort out.

Good thing that u didn't meet up with her..bcos a damsel in distress could easily fall for a sensitive and caring man like u..

Good pair of listening ears, eh?? Now, I know who to run to when i'm in trouble..hehehe

7:24 PM  
Blogger Wan Sharif said...

Salam Bergen,
Listening to a lady's marital problem and meeting up with her is a sure fire recipe for her to fall in love with you or may be just to be infatuated with you
Whatever... it is very wise of you to avoid the meeting and I loved that tall tales on getting married to 3 ladies.. kena buat ingatan untuk kegunaan masa depan..
Take care..

10:09 PM  
Blogger Bergen said...

Snakebite: You must have a better pair of ears than mine he he

Fauziah Ismail: What to do...

Sir Pok Deng: When you are hungry, you're hungry,sir. he he.

Anonymous: Most home-made briyani isn't as good as those available at established shops. I tried to do it once or twice but the result isn't very good. I once used to help cook it with a chef at a masjid. That too didn't turn out good enough to match those at the shops.

Zendra-Maria: Next time I try that.

Shariah Rashidah: Damsel in distress is a good description.

Wan Sharif: Thank you for visiting, sir. Good to have you here.

9:34 AM  

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