Fortissimo

It's almost amazing how one's actions can become senselessly automatic.

I was answering the phone in the office because my aunt was out for the moment. It was a Hongkonger, so just add in the accent in your head, cos I cant do that for you.

Me: Ngee Ann Co-op. (Decided aginst Good morning... Waste breath only, they never reply to your greeting.)
Woman: Hello, can I speak to Margaret please?
Me: She's out at the moment. May I know who's that speaking?
Woman: Oh, This is Linda.
Me: From?
Woman: Timothy.
Me: o.O Timothy?
Woman: Yes... The greeting cards...
Me: Oh! Greeting cards, yes, yes. (not much idea, but must be professional)
Woman: Ya, eh, I am supposed to have a appointment with her, to take things down(she means 'take stock' lah), but I have something... urgent. Today.

I started taking notes down. After I said 'thank you', I wondered where the pen and paper had come from.

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My parents' aim in making me find a job was to make me learn the value of money. Apparently, I haven't learnt a thing. If anything, I'm actually spending more money.

I'm allowed to set up my own speaker system, allowed drinks, with access to the nearby delis and the occasional entertaining a customer at the PC shop, but that's as far as they go. Not much benefits. But hey I like it. I get to answer calls, get to put people on hold for an eternity while frantically trying to cantact the other party (Phone call! PHONE CALL!!!!!)

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It's decided. It's done. I'm going to SIM. I'm not going to do up that article on SIM I promised, and you know it, so I leave you with the link here.

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17 points for 'O' levels. Still can breeze into SIM, but I was quite disappointed. I mean, our school's Mean L1R5 was 11.3 for goodness sake, I was expecting 14 or 15.

There were actually prefects guarding the stairway to the seventh floor. Just to prevent bungee jumpers. Sans the bungee.

I went with Mason, Bertrand, Daniel, and Wen Hao to Mason's (big big) house. Big mistake, cause they set the very light penalty of one push up per card left.

I did more than fifteen.

Surprising though, that I could even push myself up, considering the traumatic stress I'm putting on my non-existent biceps (or cordyceps or whatever ceps there are in you upper arm).

Wen Hao managed to get himself 26 at one go, because one of the other two were being evil and he could clear no cards at all. Daniel happily applied the double penalty rule. Ah, but 26... Chicken shit to Staff Sergeant lah.

Apparently Mok was smart enough to continue working after he got his 'O' results. I actually had the brains to take half day. Unless of course his boss didn't give him a choice. Ah, so hard, a democratic society... Poor thing could only imagine everyone trying to block Marcus or something while screwing on Chicken Essence caps.

MSN available again. My brother got permission, so I decided that if anything, I'll just point my finger to the left and leave the rest to them to quarrel. At least I won't get blamed again for talking to some stupid Swedish girl shouting at the top of her lungs and giggling. (MY NAME IS SVENKA. VOT! IS! YOURS?!?!?!?!?!)

9.15am-5.15pm at work (Chess Pieces). 8-11pm at home(My cute face before blackheads destroyed it). See you there.