The Registration

Just got this call from this A-level boy who wants to work as a part-time tutor. For whatever reasons, they tend to talk very fast.

" I want to register. "

" Register for marriage or birth ?? "

" I want to be a tutor. "

" What's your qualification? "

" Waiting to go to the U. "

" Sorry but we only take trained teachers ... Hello, Hello, hello? ...."

Then occasionally you get the mainland India expatriates' wives with nothing to do but cook yoghurt all day long.

" yello, yiam calling regarding the post of part-diam tutor in yorr established centre ."

" What's your qualifications ?"

" yiam holding a Doctorate in Nano-Fuzzy Science and a Masters in Advance Quantum Mechanics from the University of Inner Bangalore, and mai husband was a Rocket Scientist with the Toys R Us in India.

" Can you speak Mandarin ?"

" No, but yiam willing to go through a course to learn how to speak Mandarin"

" sorry but there's no ....hello? hello? ... "

Registration for some students can also be a amusing process. I look forward to those students who are shy and hesistant. I usually have a good time with them. They are like buying condoms at the 7-11. Paiseh paiseh like that. What will the cashier think, why is he staring at us? Are we underage?

I remembered about four years ago this elderly looking person came and ask for a registration form for a Sec 4 Maths class. Sometimes I can have a problem telling people's age, and sometimes I can be quite tactless.

" Wah, not bad arh, register for your grand-child, you know I seldom get grandparent making their way here to register ... that one your grand-daughter izzit?"

" THAT'S MY DAUGHTER LAH ! "

" OH sorry sorry sorry, I didn't know you are the father .. ""

" I AM THE MOTHER LAH !!! "

oops ..