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Wednesday, May 10, 2006

TAXI DREBAR (Driver)

I was out the whole day to run some errands. So, taking taxis was the best choice (can claim from company!)

Taxi Drebar 1
D: Lu keja sini ah?
M: Gua keja sini, tinggal dekat dgn ofis juga.
D: Wah very good ah! you work at the mosque? (maybe cos I was wearing tudung)
M: No lah. Work in an education company doing marketing comm.
D: Last time, you from which secondary school?
M: Bukit Panjang
D: Eh, you know this Maths teacher, Mr Tan P.C
M: Ya ya...he taught me.
D: He is my student. I taught him music in Swiss Cottage, etc.
M: No wonder he always make those who forget to bring their Maths book to sing in front of the class!"

Conversation went on till I reached my destination. Great service with a personalised touch. He even gave me his name card (he teach Er Hu) to call him when I need a cab (at no extra charges). He understands how difficult it is for us minority to get jobs cos he has lots of Malay frens.

Taxi Drebar 2
Showed me his frown and moody face when I flagged his cab which was on the opposite road. Silence throughout the journey of 15mins. When I reached my destination,
D: 80 cents? or $1
M: I dont have.
D: $1 also dont have?!!!
M: I only have 70 cents?!
D: Aiyah...Same lah (apek ah, it's not the same ok!)
M: Nah.

Bad day @ work hor apek?

Taxi Drebar 3 (Malay guy)
D: Where to?
M: The Concourse
D: The Concourse Beach Road?
M: A ah.
D: Replies must be ended with "ah ah"? (helo! cakaplah melayu..)
M: It's a habit (trying to tell him "my problem ah!")
D: I was commented before. And the best thing to do is to answer "yes".
M: Ya lah, kalau cakap Melayu, sesama Melayu, cakap ah ah. English, I tend not to do that.
D: Oh..then that's ok. (he gets my msg - shut up)

So-so driver. But it was a bit turn-off initially. Throughout the conversation, I speak mostly Malay, he replied in English.

Taxi Drebar 4
Listening to some Chinese orchestra from a radio tuner, which has bad reception. It keeps switching to Class 95FM. He gave up and listened to Class 95FM. Then he started singing to the music the station played "Oh oh...dancing queen, dancing queen..."
He beat against the gear and the steering wheel, moving to the rythm. Shiok apek lu nyanyi!
Imagining him in his bell-bottoms, doing the John Travolta dance :p

Then, it was an old ballad song (forgot the title). Managed to sing halfway cos he started coughing. Took out 2 pieces of tissue paper and laid it nicely beside him. Then, he started munching on his apple.

An entertainer! hehe...certainly woke me up.

naniz @ 10:08:00 PM                                                         

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