Kambing

Listening to: Keane
“Is it any wonder that I feel afraid.”

I was going through some of the things from the box that I packed when I left the old place. There wasn’t much, I had only been there a year but the memories weighed a ton. I found gorgeous pictures, memorabilia from different vacationing spots, handwritten notes.

And this one, a note passed between me and colleague during a particularly boring Occupational Health and Safety briefing where the speaker seemed to have an aversion to low decibels.

Me: Why he yelling?
Her: Good guess, must be an occupational hazard.
Me: Partial deafness. That’s a hazard for us.
Her: He mustn’t be very good at identifying hazards.
Me: Then.. who’s the expert and what are we learning from him?
Her: That I know how to identify the difference between a hazard and a risk. He is a high level walking hazard. He is thus a risk to my sanity.
Me: And my ears.
Her: Whoever invented microphones were obviously born too late to have met him.

A few minutes later.

Me: Omg, I cannot tahan la.
Her: What is he talking about, wait, did he say kambing?
Me: I’m dreaming edy la. I woke up when he said kambing, I don’t even know what that was in context of!

Her: He seems to be involved in a lot of hazards, is he following the hazards or are they following him?
Me: Well seeing as how he’s really loud, probably the latter.
Her: Omg, he’s ending. I had begun to lose hope.
Me: At least there’s tea. Never despair!

I’m really going to miss my colleagues.
But all good things have to, sadly and inevitably, come to an end.
Time to move on.