May 9th, 2008 . 12:39am
For The Millionth Time, My Name Is Su Ann
Event Update: there’s going to be a fundraising event happening on the 9th May (Friday. today!) at The Curve, called ‘Rock Up!’ that aims to use music to make a change in the lives of others, featuring performances by talented local artistes like Chelsia Ng, Liang, Furniture, Diplomats of Drum and many more. there’s also going to be a sketch by some prominent local comedians like Harith, Nell Ng and Na’a Murad, as well as a fashion auction. it’s going to be hugeee, and it sounds like a totally happening event! i wish i could go, but i’ll be at PD :( anyone who’s going, let me know how it went ok? especially the sketch! click here for the lineup and more details!.
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i got something really cool in my email the other day :) the writer of this letter asked if i could post his writing here on my blog, and i said i would. it’s pasted below.
there are a lot of mean people in my life, guys and girls alike. they pick fights with me for no reason, disagree with everything i say, tease me, jokingly sing praises about people i cant stand, call me evil names, scare me, say hurtful things, and seem to not care about my feelings at all. the person who wrote this letter is one of them.
when i first met him, we were colleagues for a few months. he didnt bother talking to me at all during the first few days of my job, and whenever i tried to make small talk he would just grunt at me in response. i remember thinking to myself, what a jerk!, especially when he said something like “your name is so hard to remember. can i just call you oi?”, to which i retorted, “for the millionth time, my name is Su Ann!”. then he just went out onto the balcony for a smoke.
but here we are now, months later, and he’s just emailed me something that he originally wrote for his own blog. but i hijacked it and now i get to put it up on MY blog! hehe. here it is.
Singapore, August 9th, 2007.
There was this place where most people came to purchase a little happiness. Some, with their banknotes. Some, with their redeemed tickets. Some, don’t bother to pay at all.
It was in this building with many floors when i first met her eyes, when i first shook her hand, when i first knew her name. Su Ann. I thought it was a beautiful name. She thought i was with a better company. Her boyfriend thought otherwise.
“Hi, im Firdauz, i used to work for the other blog advertising network,” I liked to mention this a lot, kinda a bad habit i had. “Hi, im Su Ann, you’ve done the right thing Firdauz, ahh.. no worries, you’re with a better company now,” She liked to give a warm quilt to a frozen fella like me. It was comforting and i liked it. “Now why would you say something like that, you didn’t know if it was for true!” Her boyfriend liked intellectual arguments backed up with solid facts and valid evidence, to destroy the fairy tales of 2 and 2 can make to 5. But of course they were adorable.
We didn’t talk that much that time, although i wanted to. Perhaps because in real life, i wasn’t much of a chatterbox. Lacking in humor, in love with ipod, loved the people but failed to prove. My life was a tragedy, a comedy to others. Su Ann’s life was all sunshine and she shared it with others, with all the people who needed some laughter to bend their mundane, linear yellow-lined lives. She did it with her writings, she did it with her hands, she did it with her heart, with her soul, with her eyes, with her sweet little smile. She did it to everyone. She did it to anyone.
I was a thief who stole one of God’s best creations. Secretly admiring her passion to make this world a better place. I had never given her roses, had never given her flowers or any plant. She had never failed to pick up my calls, had never failed to reply my texts. Even if they were sent at odd hours, 5am in the morning, she replied them right away, half-awake, full heartedly.
Of course i loved her, of course she loved me, it was mutual, but it wasn’t sexual neither it was romantic. I wasn’t her best friend, she had her own. She wasn’t my best friend, although i had none. Good friends were what we were. Sharing stories during lunches, gossips over the phone, fake tears mostly mine, genuine laughter mostly hers.
Su Ann’s sincerity wasn’t a lie, her honesty wasn’t fabricated when she made those 400 lips smiling and happily cheering in an event which she organized. My intention was questioned by many, i didn’t come to her party. I never came to any party she invited me to. I lived in my own world, she lived in a world which had more purposes than mine, shared, socialized, gallons of happy drinks and a number of sunny cupcakes.
“Ahhh.. the joy of being a jerk,” To deny and to pretend, was what i really good at. I called her “frog”, she never laughed. I called her a name she didn’t like, she never rebuked. She called me Firdy, i never said it was cute. “Ahhh.. the joy of being a jerk,” I told her that her favorite Bisou’s cupcakes were not delicious at all. I made a sour face, told her their chocolate cakes were better. She never listened, never agreed, never pitied that sour face i made.
That evening, in the city of lion, August 9th, i was one of those people who purchased myself that little happiness and didn’t bother to pay at all. It was in that building with many floors, i found a little thing called substance, which later made my 2+2=5.
Firdy is one of those special people in my life whom i’ve been lucky enough to cross paths with :) he may be very very mean, but he’s such a great guy and a good friend, and i am thankful for that day in Vivo City, Singapore, where we met and shook hands for the first time.






























