I might not climb out from this well.
Just leave me in here to swell.
Make sure you won’t tell.
How deep for you I fell.
I might not climb out from this well.
Just leave me in here to swell.
Make sure you won’t tell.
How deep for you I fell.
Note to all.
Never remove hotdogs from their packaging over a rubbish bin.
2 of mine fell into the bin. :(
I rescued them.
Washed them.
And boiled them way longer than usual.
They’re delicious and I’m still alive.
I think…
I’m facing this name calling dilemma.
No, not those mean name calling shenanigans but there are times when people just HAVE to call my name in public and they ending up calling my dad’s name, Roslan.
You see, my full name is pretty long, Muhammad Noor Bin Roslan.
Often, people would go “Roslan!” and I tried my best feigning deaf but guilt caught up to me and I reluctantly responded.
Not once did I correct people on what to call me and yet they still insist to go “ROSLAN” at me.
And from this day, I made it a point to underline or circle my name NOOR whenever an attendance list is being passed around.
When I’m in National Service, we’re told to select a correct name for our name tags.
Immediately I picked ‘Noor Roslan’.
Experienced ruled my choice as ‘John Smith’ would be called “John” by people. A few, would call “Smith”.
Yet to my dismay, a few still calls me Roslan. :(
Facing the bigwigs has always been a nerve-wrecker for me.
Just today, I came face to face with my division’s “big boss” and the best part is,
a surprise uniform inspection was carried out and goodness, my boots were not polished for that day.
It was polished 2 days ago but the shine faded away after exposure to the scorching sun, scratches from accidentally kicking stuffs and dusts.
He ordered “The rest of you, before I approach you I want you to think of what is defective with your turn out today” and 2 persons later, it was my turn.