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Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Appreciation

Yesterday was lost-in-the-jungle mode.
Hazy as it was.
My nose was so stuffed.

Woke up at 1230 noon. Finally.
Thinking, how in the world should I get to Mont'Kiara?
Picked up the phone, text wenghong.

Just to check, if he was ouhkay to send me. Didn't expect much. Worse to worse, take the cab that WILL cost a bomb.

Happily, I got a reply. He said ok.

Got off at Taman Bahagia. Made our way to Plaza Mont'Kiara.
He stopped me outside.
Now, to face the horror of interviewing someone whom is so senior at age and experience. I really wished that my editor was there with me.

So clueless of what to ask. Thoughts racing all over everywhere.

Reached the entrance of their suite. Pressed the button that said 'Bell'. Once. Twice. No sound. No one came to me.

What should I do? Standing outside that corridor didn't look too good. One CHinese guy was discussing matters with I-dunno-who. When the CHinese guy went off, a 'mat salleh' pulak came out.

So awkward lar.. Maybe I should call the Wiley people. Worse situations when you panic, phone batteries were low. Die. Call anyway. Once. Twice. Thrice. Dieded la, no response.

Pacing up and down, dunno what to do. From the frosted glassed door, I can only make out a few persons' legs. Wasn't even tall enough to see their face.

Finally ! The Wiley gurl picked up. I told her, I dunno how to get in? So malu-fying, she must have thought.

"Ok Ok, I will call them to open the door for you"

Shortly after, instead of the people from the office opened the door, the Dr himself came to the door, sending someone off. (I didn't know he was the Dr.)

Dengan bodo-nya I said to him that I was there for an interview with Dr Paul.
He went,"Ah, thats me?" With a very warm smile.

My eyes were looking for familiar faces. Not that I knew anyone, but at least if I noticed any other journalists or photographers around I really would've felt much more comfortable.

Guided to the mini conference room equipped with really really sleek furniture, blasting air-conditioning (right at my face, making me want to sneeze the whole time) I almost wanted to faint. I was the ONLY one there.

Mind went blank. Suddenly, even with the questions my editor gave me, I couldn't even utter a proper sentence without gittering.

Haihya, die also die only la. In the end, I belasah my way through.
Thankgoodness I minored in advertising. Least I roughly knew what branding was all about, instead of sounding like a total fool. Sorry editor, had to ignore the questions. But they helped on some weird ways.

In the end of the hour and a half, I survived. Made The Star reporter wait, hah. Cos they made a surprise visit. So I took half an hour of their not-supposed-to-turn-up time.

Having been sent to Carey Island with Saiful made justice. Imagine talking to Orang Asli villagers ! Want to speak BM ke want to let him to the talking or just talk to the bomoh with my wonderful BM skills trying to make out what some of the heavy accented BM actually meant. Totally clueless bout the whole event and asking Husna to please please please find transport for me.

I can still remember her exact words,"Kena tengok dulu. If photographer ada kereta then boleh bawak you la.. if not, erm.. I will try to find a photographer with a car.' There weren't many. Only Kamarul had a car. And occasionally M Azhar.

She called half an hour later. 'OK. Meet Saiful at 930am ok? Collect the map from your table yah?' In my mind, hur? who la Saiful.. Ah, just belasah only la...
The next morning, only given a hand drawn map. Die la. Both also never actually been there. I've only been to the beach, but not the Orang Asli's settlement. But we found our way. Heh. Even had time to have yummy breakfast. Thus were the Mah Meri tribe. I even got a name after that,'Neh, ask the Mah Meri gurl, eh Mah Meri, where's your story?' Ish.

This time round, only better I wasn't talking to a tribe. *phew*
Complimented at the end of the interview. Didn't feel proud. But only satisfied.
*Dr Paul Temporal , author and branding guru, based in Malaysia and Singapore.

Blessed is me that wenghong fetched me back to the LRT. Thanks you.

*sighs* I miss the press.

I suddenly recalled. I had a weird dream of Kamarul. Nothing bad. Just bumped into him at a shopping mall? Weird-ness.

siaosiao @ 2:39 AM

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