Mr. Sunny Goh
Mr. Sunny Goh so happends to be my Dad’s student. Mr. Sunny Goh so happends to be one of the sons of the famous (and infamous) Mr. Goh Choon Lye (or some other spellings with same pronunciation). He’s plus-minus 6 feet, and from his outlook you can see he’s rather well-to-do, with BritishIndia linen clothes, TagHeur watches with leather straps, and Camel shoes (Camel is good for draggy-feets like me). He will come in empty-handed, unshaven, just-woken-from-sleep like every Saturday. He’s as old as my Dad, but he looks twice as younger, and he IS twice as younger spiritually. Spotting you with a collared-shirt and jeans, he’ll immediately know you’re bound for Gurney later (ok, i don’t usually wear collared-shirts and jeans in my Dad’s place). He’ll ask you in his broken English (he speaks Hokkien more fluently, but he insists on speaking English) what movie you’ll be watching later. You tell him ‘Poseidon’, and he’ll laugh and tell you which actor(s) and actress(es) got themselves soaked to which degree and they had a flu (and some, pneumonia) after the shoot etc etc. Seeing you burying yourself in Physical Chem MCQs he’ll peer over and exclaim ‘wah, mol and pressure ah? I hate this part particularly.’ (he’s a businessman). Seeing an African American waiting for her kids on the bench he’ll approach her and start chatting (in broken English again) about Chicago and Detriot. While I was planning how to approach her, he was already symphonising about Penang traffic with her.
And speaking about younger than my Dad, he’s a father of 2 kids, one whom is in the same age with me. The strange thing is, you won’t spot any fatherly essence on him. He’s the free-going happy-go-lucky hunk which can easily court a woman he likes. Yet you can’t seriously accuse him of being a playboy (for god’s sake he’s married, just that his wife passed away). Talking with him you’ll note that he’s actually quite innocent, and even though he’s born with a silver spoon up his arse, he does not have the ‘agung’ attitude and treat you as if you’re a cluster lower than him.
You’ll find that he listens more attentively to what you’re saying and will make childish remarks about your studies at times. Nevertheless, he’s still a good person to talk to and won’t keep repeating questions and worrying about things they shouldn’t worry (as in Mum and Dad).
I know this is a lame lame post but somehow or another I made a silent vow to write about him during our conversation this afternoon.
