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Top Ten Things I Get Asked

The other I was reading my mail, my 5-year old daughter was reading over shoulder, and asked me this,

Daddy, what’s G-O-O-G-L-E?”

What to answer? The Microsoft of the new millennium? The Internet juggernaut that is taking over almost every aspect of the online experience? The start-up by two guys that have change the way we read mail, search the Internet, write blogs and earn revenue? I dunno. I didn’t really want to go into all that with her, besides, in less than a minute her favourite show was going to come on TV and have her immediate attention anyway. So I answered: “It’s just a company name.”

“What’s wrong with that lady’s voice?”
When she saw this crossing-dressing guy in women’s clothes and heavy. He was actually at the fast-food joint taking our order, my daughter heard the deep male’s voice coming from the ‘lady’.

“Daddy, what did you do as a kid?”
She asked me this the other day. I can’t remember exactly what I replied, but it had something to do with no Astro (just two pathetic channels to watch, one of which I never tuned in to), listening to the radio, getting screamed at by my parents a lot (“your grandparents”) and playing outside a lot.

“Daddy, tonight got the Friends show ah?”
I feel sorry for her, we used to watch it every night for as long as she can remember, now the reruns are no longer on, she gets puzzled why I’m watching Seinfeld instead…

“Daddy, why your car got funny smell one?”
She seldom sits in my old junk car. What smell? The musky odour of corroding metal or leaky fuel?

“How many pairs of shoes do you have, Daddy?”
Three. I always have 3 pairs. One for work, one for casual, one for sports. Not counting by football boots.

“Which Kung Kung / Poh Poh?”
She’d ask this when we mention one of them to her, to which we’d reply the one in ____ (fill in name of town). My daughter is fortunate all four of her grandparents are in the pink of health. Yes, including the one that always screamed at me when I was young.

“Daddy, why we always have no money one ah?”
I’m not joking, she always asks this question, usually towards the end of the month. Very perceptive kid.

“Daddy, how was your work today?”
She asks me this almost everyday when I come home. Makes being a slave-to-the-grind lackey worthwhile.

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