Fortissimo

Ok so I was on the way home after my Skin Centre appointment. I totally forgot that I was supposed to get home ASAP because my cute little helpless SEC TWO brother was home alone, splatting aftershave on his face and screaming while clapping his hands to his cheeks. My parents were at his school attending a talk on screening- I mean streaming.

So (hushush) I strolled around Novena Square, had KFC, browsed Sembawang Music and Poh Kim (next to each other, as usual) like I had no school to think about tomorrow.

OK OK I'm sorry I just couldn't resist.

There were quite a few DVDs going for $19.90. Hero-英雄, Independence Day (Extended version), Analyze That, blah. Then there was another 'DVD' section. So having all the time in the world I had a glance at the titles. Agent Cody Banks 2, Scary Movie 3, Independence Day?!

Going for $39.90. Then I saw why.

Digitally remastered for |THX| optimum sound.

Scheiße.

Well at least for Hero there was only one version going $19.90. I'll get that soon enough. Harry Potter... Get the whole thing after Movie Seven lah. Star Wars... Hmmm. Running out of time to save money. But then three months.. Plus another couple for the DVD to come out, or three if they'll come out with one of those special collector's edition or extended edition or 3-disc set! showing the whole damn make up process for every character. I Do I Do, that's going quite cheap, and since my parents went on a date to watch it without the two of us I'll want to buy that too.

Ok so I rushed to get a cab back, and at about 5 minutes before I alighted he accepted a request nearby (we actually passed by the place in the trip) and he remarked in a wise man tone. 'Got a job over there,' pointing to the building. '7 minutes. So if I don't rush, and another taxi comes by, take and go!' So when we were 30m from the alighting point he said,'Get ready your cash.' I took out my wallet, took out my money. Paid up. When I got off my seat, the wallet was gone.

'Where's my wallet?'
'What?'
'My wallet, I just had it...'
'Oh man.'
'Sorry to keep you...'
[search search sea-]
'Come on! I got a job to do!'

WTF! KNN! CCB! AYE! PIE! CTE! KJE!

'Well I'm sorry to keep you waiting but I need my wallet!'
'Quickly!'
'Where's my wallet?'
'How would I know?!'

Why you little !@$*!%@$!%%!^*&#^$!&^!*@$^!&@$^!&^^$%!*!*&@!!&$^&*@

'Well if you find it...'
'I'll return it to you.'

And off he went to earn more money.

After that of course I called Comfort Lost and Found. Thank God I remembered the licence (well 90% anyway). I remembered because it was 1) a new cab, and 2) had a easily memorizable number. SHC1212*. I couldn't remember the last letter. 'C' I think. Or 'M'.

My parents were indignant about it, and rightly so. My mother was so hot by the time I finished she snapped,'WRITE A COMPLAINT!! Oh no wait...' she thought, 'you get your wallet, then WRITE A COMPLAINT!!!' And she even proceeded to give me the opening lines so I don't have to think so hard. 'Thank you I found my wallet, BUT-' and she swept the invisible pen in her hand up with a flourish, just like pulling the gallows trapdoor. I'm beginning to feel sorry for the driver already. And that's not including my father. I'll have to say 5 Ave Maria's, 3 Pie Jesu's and 2 Exsultate Deo's to appease his utterly shattered soul.

Muahaha.

but anyway they found it and since Comfort Centre isn't open during weekends (so much for employee welfare) he promised to return it to the police station and Comfort will call me again.

So there.