Hard to convince
A senior asked to join me for lunch when he spotted me sitting alone, with my head down scribbing notes. I was preparing answers for my DG's bible study. That senior heads up a bureau of 6-7 journalists. He just returned from his vacation where he stayed in a villa in Belgium, his hometown. That morning when he returned to work from his vacation, I passed him a book by CS Lewis - Mere Christianity, which I said I would give him before he went on his vacation.
"You are reading the bible? Ha ha ha." He said while pulling a chair.
"Yes." I smiled.
"So you want to convert me, huh?" He asked, smiling.
"Ya, only if you want to be?"
"Ha ha ha, I want to convert you to a heathen." He said.
"Oh, don't bother. There are enough forces in this world to do that already." I said.
"Why aren't you reading the newspapers?" he asked.
Because it is lunch hour and I am going to have my dg tonight. I haven't finished my preparation.
"Errr....I have read it in the morning. It is too late to read it now."
Why am I feeling guilty?
Then I quickly veered the conversation to somewhere else to rock music. His son participated in the recent School of Rock competition but lost.
"So you played any instruments?" He asked.
"Ya, piano."
"Classical?"
"Yes."
"You play chords?"
"Yes. chords. Well, it's been a long though. I also play drums also, or trying to." I changed the subject. I didn't want to talk about piano because I didn't want to have to confess that I can't play it decently even though I have learnt it for more than a decade.
"Really?" He looked at me in disbelief. "You have a drum set at home?" The change of subject to drums didn't work either. I could feel it.
"No drum set. But I have drum sticks."
"Hahahahhahahhaha...." He laughed. "You don't play drums. You only have drum sticks. Drum sticks? hahahahhahha"
What's so funny? I am feeling persecuted.
"Well, I have two pairs of drumsticks!" And I put up my two fingers. "Two pairs. Not just one" I said and winked.
Yes, two pairs. That would convince him. huh!!
But it didn't work.
He laughed even louder. "Hahahahhahah.....Ho HO HO Ho HO Ho HO."
He couldn't stopped.
"I also have a drumming practice pad! Made from fine rubber." I tried harder.
"Ho Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho....."
Wow, his "Ha" has become a "HO." He is mad. What is wrong with him? I don't have a drum set but I have TWO pairs of drum sticks and a practice pad. Ok what.
"Ho ho ho...."
Ok. Santa Claus. You win. I don't play drums. I just own some lengthy sticks and a piece of fine rubber.
"Ho ho ho ho."
"Ok ok. I don't play drums." Aiyo, stop laughing lar.
"Ho ho ho."
Walau. You want to eat your lunch or not? Stop laughing.
I don't know what is worse - he thinks it is funny that I want him to be converted or I pretend to be someone who play drums.
"Errrr....I have to go. bye bye."
"Ok..hahhaha"
Aiyo. Stop laughing lah. Eat your lunch.
"I know you hate me." I said, trying to look as miserable as possible.
"No, on the contrary actually...hahahha."
Then stop laughing. You are so mean.
"You are reading the bible? Ha ha ha." He said while pulling a chair.
"Yes." I smiled.
"So you want to convert me, huh?" He asked, smiling.
"Ya, only if you want to be?"
"Ha ha ha, I want to convert you to a heathen." He said.
"Oh, don't bother. There are enough forces in this world to do that already." I said.
"Why aren't you reading the newspapers?" he asked.
Because it is lunch hour and I am going to have my dg tonight. I haven't finished my preparation.
"Errr....I have read it in the morning. It is too late to read it now."
Why am I feeling guilty?
Then I quickly veered the conversation to somewhere else to rock music. His son participated in the recent School of Rock competition but lost.
"So you played any instruments?" He asked.
"Ya, piano."
"Classical?"
"Yes."
"You play chords?"
"Yes. chords. Well, it's been a long though. I also play drums also, or trying to." I changed the subject. I didn't want to talk about piano because I didn't want to have to confess that I can't play it decently even though I have learnt it for more than a decade.
"Really?" He looked at me in disbelief. "You have a drum set at home?" The change of subject to drums didn't work either. I could feel it.
"No drum set. But I have drum sticks."
"Hahahahhahahhaha...." He laughed. "You don't play drums. You only have drum sticks. Drum sticks? hahahahhahha"
What's so funny? I am feeling persecuted.
"Well, I have two pairs of drumsticks!" And I put up my two fingers. "Two pairs. Not just one" I said and winked.
Yes, two pairs. That would convince him. huh!!
But it didn't work.
He laughed even louder. "Hahahahhahah.....Ho HO HO Ho HO Ho HO."
He couldn't stopped.
"I also have a drumming practice pad! Made from fine rubber." I tried harder.
"Ho Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho....."
Wow, his "Ha" has become a "HO." He is mad. What is wrong with him? I don't have a drum set but I have TWO pairs of drum sticks and a practice pad. Ok what.
"Ho ho ho...."
Ok. Santa Claus. You win. I don't play drums. I just own some lengthy sticks and a piece of fine rubber.
"Ho ho ho ho."
"Ok ok. I don't play drums." Aiyo, stop laughing lar.
"Ho ho ho."
Walau. You want to eat your lunch or not? Stop laughing.
I don't know what is worse - he thinks it is funny that I want him to be converted or I pretend to be someone who play drums.
"Errrr....I have to go. bye bye."
"Ok..hahhaha"
Aiyo. Stop laughing lah. Eat your lunch.
"I know you hate me." I said, trying to look as miserable as possible.
"No, on the contrary actually...hahahha."
Then stop laughing. You are so mean.
posted by eternal bough at 4:43 PM
3 Comments:
HAHA HAHA HO HO HO HO! This is funny. I too have a pair of drumsticks.
You play drums? I am one up against you because I got practice pad. Ha! ;)
I have a pair of drumsticks. I don't have a practice pad. And I attempt to play drums. My guitar is actually better than my drums. And my tamborine is better than my guitar.
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