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So I was in my trance of studying.
Fully intensed, concentrated, undisturbed studying,
when the phone rang.
This is starting to sound like a horror flick but no,
it's just a surveyor.
I forgot what she was calling for.
She beat around the bush quite a while,
didn't ask if my parents were home cos it's really my parents that she wanted to survey.
Blah blah blah for quite some time before she asked me how old I was.
I'm 17 in case you don't know.
And female.
She couldn't tell that I was female.
What, now I'm starting to sound like a man?
And she yada yada yada and asked me when the parents are going to be home.
I anyhow told her 10pm.
See if she's going to call later.
But anyway the parents also don't like this kind of stuff.
They'll just go, "Nonono I dunno you. Bye bye."
Haha.
I hate telephone surveyors more than salesmen.
I won't hang up the phone cos I think that's rude.
But I can ignore the salesman if I want.
I think hanging up the phone is more rude than ignoring people.
At least the person has a chance to yell at you.
On the phone, the person must call back to yell at you and you can choose whether you
want to get yelled at, that is if you choose to pick up the call or not.
Anyway, you get my point.
See later at 10pm if she's going to call back.

Worked last night.
Last night not so bad I was busy most of the time.
When I wasn't busy I was either staring at the customers or at the froggies.
We sell fresh frogs you know.
I watched Jimmy clutch a dammed froggie to the sink,
in just a few seconds it's cooking in the claypot.
How fresh is that?
Even fresher than Peel Fresh.
Jimmy cut the gut and chopped the head and peeled the skin.
Any fresher, you'll have to peel it yourself.
Hahaha.
Poor things.
I stared into the tank, 20-something pair of sad eyes stared back at me.
It's as if they knew they were doomed.
I wanted to console them tell them it won't be a painful death (as if), but Xiao Kang
already laughed at me when I waved to them to see if they would wave back.
"Haha, Abbie ni zai kan ni de peng you mah?"
If I talked to the froggies the chefs might cook me in the claypot too.
Or they'll cook me in the congee pot.
Congee pot very big.
Xiao Hong wasn't there.
Funny, when I went home and told my ma about the froggies,
she asked me,
"Xiao Hong mei you zuo meh?"
Why would she ask me that arh.
I told her no.

Wah, now I no mood to study.
That damn woman made me lose my momentum.

He told me I'm starting to sound crude when I blog.
So urm, enough of crude language.

Just back from school.
Today had a new lecturer, Mrs Peggy Yeo for Principles of Economics.
Yesterday's Mr Kwan ( Mr Talk-to-Wall-Kwan ) for Principles of Business Management.
Today's Peggy Yeo ar, wasn't what I expected.
I expected her to be really old, or really young.
But she's the mother of a teenger, 30 plus or 40.
I tell you, compared to the other lecturers I've had, this one is good.
This one is trained to teach students, not walls, and not only she can teach,
she can INTERACT.
See, the key word here is INTERACT.
When you interact with your students,
then you can get your students to PARTICIPATE.
And if your students participate,
there'll be a higher chance of a high passing rate.
Of course I'm going to pass.
If don't pass, no diploma.
If no diploma, the parents will kick me out of the house.
If no house to live in, I will die.

Well, school don't suck that much anymore.