I've been taking cab back to hall quite often nowadays 'cos i can't stand public transport no more. I can't help but notice that once I tell him that I wanna go to NUS, the taxi uncle will start speaking in english to me even though his taxi license says Lim Ah Huat or Tan Ah Kow or watsoever.
A typical conversation..
Me: Uncle, NUS.
Uncle: goal buy CTE or Ronnie Load?
Me: Er Lornie Road then Farrer then Holland.
Uncle: ok. you er one two goal buy sarth bieona wista or crementi load?
Me: Clementi Road.
A while later..
Me: Uncle, turn right in front.
Uncle: Turn light ar? Hokay!
Look.. I'm not trying to make fun of them. But it doesn't mean that you have to speak english to someone who's going to NUS. And it doesn't mean that you have to speak chinese to someone who's going to NTU the school of cheena poks. (=P couldn't resist that!) Perhaps the taxi uncles think that it is a good opportunity for them to brush up their english.
Hmmm maybe it's actually 'cos I look malay? Habis la. Anyways a belated Selamat Hari Raya Haji to all the Mats and Minahs out there.. Rock on! ..|..
