Saturday, February 03, 2007

BLACK, WHITE OR GREY

A lie is a lie, no matter what.

A long time ago in my formative years, when my parents were trying to instill good habits in me, I remember my dad telling me that when you lie, you have to cover up that lie with at least 20 other lies.

Not too hard for a person who has ideas popping by and knocking on the doors of her brain begging to be expanded, innit?


There are certain situations where telling lies is necessary, like when I was doing my one month notice period at my older job, I had to go for another cooler interview, but because I didn't want to jinx it, I told those at work that I had to go to the clinic because of a bad migraine. (It was partially true, though... I went for the interview with a bad migraine)

For those of you who read this and may have been at the receiving end of my countless complaints of O factor's leave policies, I'm sure you are aware of tough conditions and numerous burnt leave balances.

However, somewhere in April, I told a white lie to O factor when I was going to Bali. Had I told him the truth, This might have been the response.

O factor: Malaysian people, always happy happy! Bye bye, I go holiday... (this would have been followed with a strut and a wave of the hand, something similar to what pageant contestants do)

So, I told him I was going to country Y because of prayers. (Religious reasons are usually accepted without much ado... but there have been cases)

O factor: Your family is there?
Me: (Oh shit!) Yes, some...
O factor: Inform other PEs what to do when you are not here. Take care neh..
Me: OK (Phew! That was easy)

See, the problem is, country Y and I have nothing to do with each other. My ancestors came from country X (so I've been told), but I couldn't use country X's name because O factor was there for 3 years. What if he asked me to get him something from there?

In the end, I went to Bali and came back rejuvenated, refreshed and deliriously happy. No one asked any questions.

The other day however (about 2 months ago), I had to help O factor on a small project. We were busy scrubbing the stirrer which was extremely dirty and he was attempting small talk.

O factor: Anusha-san, next year you going to country Y again for prayers ka?
Me : (Que?) Maybe no, O-san.
O factor: My friend visit country Y to see elephant, very dangerous place, neh..
Me : Yah, very dangerous (Oh, my goodness!)
O factor: Your family there Ok, ka? People always shooting
Me : Yes... (Why, oh why?)
O factor: Who staying there?
Me : My mother's aunty and uncle.
O factor: Mother's family ka? Wakarimashita (I see)

Just my luck! O factor's got the memory of an elephant!

6 comments:

  1. Yeah, I can never tell lies to people with good memories (i.e. my parents). Sooner or later, they end up coming right back to me.

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  2. Oh eek. So the interview didn't pan out then?:-(

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  3. thinker: believe me, I wanted to tell the truth, but I didn't need bad vibes right before I went for the holiday :)

    maryam: hehehe... the interview went fine,I got the job in fact...which is the place where this recent incident happened :D

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  4. Grreat post. Almost everyone can relate to it. I've told loads of white lies in my two decades of existence.

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  5. julia: thanks... yeah, white lies, can't live without 'em!

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  6. When there is a need to tell lies, I will do it even though I don't feel good after I have done it. And most of the time, I fess up my lie and tell the truth.

    In other words, I suck at lying! =P

    But if it's really serious, and the situation is pressing me to lie, I will lie and I can do it so well it actually sounded like the truth! =O Oh the irony! =P

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