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LOVE ISN’T LOVE TILL YOU GIVE IT AWAY.
Saturday, September 5, 2009

Last Wednesday I was waiting for my Chinese tuition teacher to turn up when I got a call on my cell. Thinking it was the tuition teacher calling to cancel class I picked up the phone and drawled (yes! I drawled!) -

(Drawl: 1. to say or speak in a slow manner, usually prolonging the vowels.)

“HELLO.”

And then this dude with a really serious tone told me I’d been selected for the SASA scholarship interview, which I’d applied for. Whoops. Definitely not my Chinese tuition teacher.

I got a shock and sat up and took down the details and stuff. And I even asked some stupid questions in order not to seem so… Stupid.

And then he goes, “Are you from BRATs?”

Oh dear.

“You know who am I?” *and here he sounded not so serious. This dude was SMILING on the other end of the line.*

“Uh…”

“I’m Jie Cong!”

“Ohhmygod screw you.”

And I didn’t mean it lah. I was just so… Relieved that it was someone I knew that I just said the first thing on my brain. Yes, I do wierd things when I’m in periods of emotional tension.

So expect me to be doing a lot of weird things tomorrow before my interview.

Then I found out that Jie Cong had done the same thing to all the friends he’d called. =___= he must have had fun.

I was going to say, with an interview on tomorrow, it’s the absolutely WRONG time to come down with a sniffling cold and to have trials around the corner. Want us to die ah?

 

:(