Cross-Cultural Conversations

Observations by a Malaysian studying in Australia

Close Encounter

Last night a friend and I went to my second dream girl's house to return something I borrowed. We were at the fence-gate searching for the doorbell, but there was none. My friend told me that over here, apparently the doorbell is installed outside the house itself, so that a visitor would open the gate, enter the compound and then ring the bell. I found this a bit weird since in Malaysia the doorbell is installed at the gates themselves.

My friend entered the compound while I remained standing outside the gates as I would've felt like a thief entering someone else's compound without them knowing. He found the doorbell, and so I quickly went in. I rang the bell, anxious to see her, and then a dreadful thought came- the person answering could just as well be her grandad or worse, her giant of a father.

"Who is it?" came the sweet and more importantly, female voice behind the door. She opened the door. I smiled. I gave her the thing I borrowed, we talked for a bit, and then we said goodbye.

If I had known her mother would be the one answering the door, I wouldn't have bothered to shave.

posted by: Tembaga2 at 10:55 | link | comments (2) |

#1  15 September 2003 - 13:33

 

hey journal2 entry away cam short story yg menarik je.....

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#2  15 September 2003 - 13:33

 

awak..

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