about
awin
10th july 1983
in love with yan
contact
best viewed with resolution 1024 x 768
reads
archives
previous posts
tag
radio ga-ga
Rod: Hi, who's there?
Caller: Hi my name is (sumthn-sumthn...)
Rod: Are you calling for the free ABBA concert tickets?
Sumthn-sumthn caller: Yes I am.
Rod: Ok but before that, give me one ABBA song title.
Sumthn-sumthn caller: Mama Chita!
Rod: Mama Chita???
Sumthn-sumthn caller: Yes! (dengan penuh confident nak mampos)
Rod: Ok why don't you sing it for me?
Sumthn-sumthn caller: "Mama CHITA!!~ Here I go again... My my.... How can I resist you~" (sang with all her heart to the tune of Mama Mia)
Rod: Oh... (long pause). I'm sorry but that's not the right song. Thank you for calling. (I can imagine him rolling his eyes)
2nd caller: Hi!
Rod: Hi there, can you name me one ABBA song title, besides Mama Chita?
The things people say on national radio. I was soo embarrased for the first caller lah seyy... I mean, this is how I imagined her to be like:
Long hair, dorky unglam glasses underpaid staff of some obscure office. She's probably the butt of jokes of her cruel colleagues, therefore, she was the ideal candidate for them to make fun of. They probably asked her to call Class 95 with promises of free ABBA tickets.
Cruel colleagues: Eh (sumthn-sumthn caller), you wanna win ABBA tickets anot?
Sumthn-sumthn caller: Want! Want!
Cruel colleagues: Ok, you call this number and you tell them Mama Chita. Ok?
So cruel right, they all?