Of Conversations on the MRT.
Allow me to take a breather from my Company Law notes.
While I was travelling back from school yesterday there were 2 Korean ladies looking really lost, pointing to their maps, alighting at Jurong East and coming back to the train again. I was telling myself “these people really need help.”
So I gathered enough courage, took a deep breath, put on my (fake) Ducktours smile and offered to help them. Apparently, they wanted to get to the US embassy to settle some stuff ‘cos they wanted to bring their daughter/niece to Singapore to study accountancy (What a coincidence right?), and they are surveying the environment before bringing her over.
So, I left my contact details with them ‘cos they suggested meeting up for tea soon to know more about studying in Singapore. And then it comes the awkward moment when they asked if I have a culturally neutral English name.
“errr. no. how about just calling me James (that’s a convenient name that I used on the Hippo Bus)”
“That’s great! Anyway, you don’t sound Singaporean, we can’t comprehend the accent here.”
“Oh really? Perhaps that’s because my generation is exposed to English from a young age?” I didn’t really want to explain my ability in code switching.
Just before I alighted they complimented that I have beautiful eyes too. (*Beams*) Weird right? Maybe I’ll be crazily popular in Korea even though I can’t get into my sch’s FOC; ‘cos I not good looking enough in Singapore. (ROFL)
That thought of getting an English name lingered in my mind until I got home. I needed one since I will be going for exchange and it’s more convenient for people to remember me in the working world anyway.
After scouring the web and looking for a name that resonated with myself, something caught my eye.
A fighter, A companion.
Kayden Cho. How does this sound? 
