I have a whole box at home, thanks

Posted: 20:12 hrs (GMT+8)

Who are these weird people and why do they keep trying to sell me a single paperclip? I don’t know where they’re from, what game they’re participating in or what charity (if any, but apparently there isn’t) that they’re supporting.

I bought one for a dollar (you can give any amount you want) to see if it was magical. It was bent into a rounded “y” shape but otherwise was ordinary.

Craving for ice kachang

Posted: 02:01 hrs (GMT+8)

Today was the official launch of the Moberly Block at SP. Well that sure took long enough, considering the soft launch was over months ago.

It was themed to colonial times. There were (fake) soldiers as ushers and (real) ex-British soldiers. The guest of honour was Paul Madden, the British High Commissioner of Singapore. Ethnic or tradional wear was the dress code. I ignored it and went for the alternative on the list; smart casual. I needn’t have bothered as most of the other invited students dressed pretty casually.

Food was served from individual stalls, similiar to street hawkers from the colonial era. They had “traditional” food such as ice kachang, kueh pie tie, beef stew, barbecued meat and more. The queues were really long so I only managed to try the ice kachang (reminded me why I have a sweet tooth) and beef stew (…chewy).

We could leave anytime we wanted, which was a good thing because I was getting bored. The lights in the SPDJ clubroom were switched on so I went there.

Long story short, I realised again how much I love the turntables.

Today was also my last day at work since I’ll be starting class on this coming Monday. I’m excited, nervous and scared. I know for sure it won’t be anything like poly.

At least I’m moving forward in life somehow.

Coordinator

Posted: 22:48 hrs (GMT+8)

I didn’t want to waste my time before my school starts just slacking away. A quick phone call landed me in a temporary job as… A telemarketer. They call me a coordinator but it’s really the same thing, lots of calling all day. Yeah, I’m that annoying person that calls you asking if you want to sell or rent your hou-*toot* *toot* *toot*.

It sucks. I’m paid really little to be a nuisance to total strangers, some of whom decide they need an ego boost by slamming the phone on me. Call it karma but back in primary school, I used to hang up the phone on my classmate who expected me to act as his homework list… Every single day. He finally gave up after a couple of months or so.

Some of the people I’ve called are downright rude. I’m polite (really, if I weren’t I’d be fired by now) but they decide to vent their anger from being disturbed by scolding or yelling at me. The first few times, I felt rather down. However, I soon grew midly amused by it. Ooh, she just hung up on me! Score one for the bigots! Now there’s one more person in the world feeling much better about themselves for being an asshole to someone who won’t even care about it by the next phone call. I hope when you do decide to rent or sell your house, you get a total f***ing asshole as your agent. …Hello, am I speaking to Mr…, I’m Ruby from…

And so on and so forth.

Disclaimer: I’m just a bit offended, but only for these few seconds. I don’t really mean what I said. Because if I really wanted them to have a total f***ing asshole for an agent, I’d save their details and bide my time.

Sometimes, I’d come across a ray of sunshine. These are the nice and/or really polite people who answer my call. Now, I’m really convinced that it’s true; you are able to hear a smile over the phone. They have an instant uplifting effect on my mood. It’s like <fill in your own metaphor here>.

Fortunately, people are more or less just slightly annoyed when they receive my call. Unless you’re obviously some Ah Beng (chav, punk, whatever you want to call it) and you get a call in the middle of the day from a stranger asking for Mrs Ranju.