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Friday, April 7, 2006

//i don't want another pretty face//

something really hilarious happened in the office today.

as usual, the soft hums of some chinese wang lee hom song would be floating in the air thanks to a certain chinese song buff, lenny. as lenny plays his tunes, the rest of us chinese would occasionally hum along to forever loooooooove and get happy to it.

all of us, except dean.

meet dean and he's not chinese (read: he does not understand what wang lee hom is singing.)

so like any morning, there it was. wang lee hom floating around the office and we all happily humming. dean was tap tap tapping away on his laptop, trying to sing to the words that are just so foreign to him.

lenny stands up to go to the loo, leaving his computer to do its own will. and so it changes: it plays some five for fighting song which oddly sounds like a chinese song in the beginning.

the next thing we hear is dean shooting straight up from his chair going: "I UNDERSTAND! I UNDERSTAND!"
we all naturally look at him in disbelief.

"understand what dean?" ask the pretty young thing called lynda.

"I UNDERSTAND CHINESE! I KNOW WHAT THAT FELLA IS SINGING!"

before this, i seriously thought he was joking. but when i looked at his face, it really looked like he was geniuely be given the gift of hearing tongues.

"um, dean it's a english song" says ex wkrz dj, shou.

"alamak. malu."


and exit dean.