Weird Monday

Ok,this Monday,9th February 2009 is Dyana’s birthday. Actually me and Danny were planning to go to IKEA to buy some stuff, but suddenly we got a msn nudge from Angel and Dyana. They ask us whether we want to go to Karaoke. We accepted the offer. And then, off to Midvalley we go. Unexpectedly, Red Box karaoke were kind of crowded. When we ask whether they still have any room available, they were full till six o’clock . So, we called off the karaoke plan and head to some Japanese restaurant nearby. During lunch, we were kind of disappointed that we were not able to karaoke to our heart content. It was then, we decided to take a chance and took the 6 o’clock room.

After lunch, we went back to the Red Box karaoke. Fortunately, they had 1 room available on that moment since there’s a cancelation on the reservations. Luckily, the receptionist were kind enough to introduce us to a promotion package ( RM 56 Nett for 2 persons) which includes food and drinks (buffet only till 5 o’clock) and also we got a couple mug (yeah, I share the mug with Danny, not that i meant anything going on between us). And so, we sing to our heart content.

On our way back, we waited for a while since there’s a lot of taxi there refused to use meter. Luckily, there’s one taxi that didn’t fuss for long and immediately agreed on using the meter. It all went well until I saw that the front seat is not unoccupied. It was occupied by a child (I assume that she is the driver’s daughter, and yeah she is). The only way that I can fit into the taxi is that his daughter has to sit on my lap, and that’s what I do.

The taxi driver’s daughter is not a shy one. As soon as I let her sit on my lap, she kind of try talking to me. Since it was some child speech, I was having a pretty hard time in understanding what’s she’s trying to say to me. From the conversation with the driver, I get the information that his wife ( or ex since he said that he’s no longer attached to the child’s mother, could be that the child’s mother passes away) is Indonesian, his daughter is six years old (but she speaks like a 2 years old) and I don’t think that his daughter goes to school.

Since I was pretty good in handling his daughter while he drives the car, the taxi driver said that I had the “father” talent( yeah right, a jerk like me? it’s impossible). Dyana and the others were shocked that I was very friendly with the child ( or at least the act like they were shocked).

I really admired the father spirit of the taxi driver, kind of reminds me of “The baby and me”. And this is where Mr. Rajan would say, “ WHAT A GREAT FATHER”.

 

 

Peace out,

 

Jensen