“Mind your bearing” my Form 3 Geography teacher scribbled on my exercise book.
Something about directions and co-ordinates.
Well. It figures doesn’t it when I have phone conversations like this with my dad (more often than not)
Me : Daddy, daddy. I think I am lost. They diverted the traffic from my usual route.
Dad : Ok, where are you now?
Me : I don’t know. I was gonna turn into Jalan Ismail from Jalan Ampang and they (the traffic police) didn’t allow me to turn. So I had to go straight. Then I think I turned left somewhere.
Dad : Ok, where exactly are you now?
Me : I don’t know! *getting irritated*
Dad : Ok, describe to me what’s on your left or right.
Me : Buildings!
Dad : What type of building? Wisma what? Menara what?
Me : I don’t know! I see a building under construction!
Dad : That doesn’t narrow anything down. Can you see if there’s any road sign that says PJ?
Me : No, nothing!
And the conversation went on and on between me trying to describe where I am and my dad trying to guess where I am and bail me out by giving me directions. Failed.
Me : Nevermind, I will figure it out!
Tut. Tut. Tut.
According to the husband, my dad is a saint when it comes to that. If I had called the husband instead, it will be a screaming match on his part (he has zero patience) and my end as well (coz I have zero tolerance for people screaming at me).
So there you go. Me and my bearings! :)