as usual, we were comfortably seated on the sofa again, chatting at random intervals and doing our assignments, when the doorbell rang.
jinni went to peer through the peephole, and announced that it was some weird guy.
nevertheless, i wrenched myself free from the hold of my piece of sofa and went to join her, and we opened the door a sliver anyway - whereupon i looked at the man standing there and exclaimed hey that's the guy who sold us long distance talk-time for more than double of what it was really worth!
he took one look at us, realised he must have visited us before, and scuttled away quickly.
aiyoh, want to con people also cannot remember who you've conned before.
it is Extremely Hot and Dusty in beijing now. i don't mind the heat as much as the dust, and the worst thing is that the people in charge of beijing seem to have the same ideas about the singaporean government re roads and pavements in Perfectly Good Condition. in fact, i vaguely remember a phrase from my short-lived gossip girl phase, something about if it ain't broke, make it broke, and fix it. and in this case, make taxpayers wonder where their money goes to at the same time, i might add.
so, not only do you have to cope with the dust already in the air; when the wind blows, all the piles of sand and dirt from the Absolutely Unnecessary re-paving and re-tarring of pavements and roads, ostensibly in honour of the olympics (olympics, schmolympics) rises up and if you're unlucky you get caught in a mini-sandstorm.
jinni went to peer through the peephole, and announced that it was some weird guy.
nevertheless, i wrenched myself free from the hold of my piece of sofa and went to join her, and we opened the door a sliver anyway - whereupon i looked at the man standing there and exclaimed hey that's the guy who sold us long distance talk-time for more than double of what it was really worth!
he took one look at us, realised he must have visited us before, and scuttled away quickly.
aiyoh, want to con people also cannot remember who you've conned before.
it is Extremely Hot and Dusty in beijing now. i don't mind the heat as much as the dust, and the worst thing is that the people in charge of beijing seem to have the same ideas about the singaporean government re roads and pavements in Perfectly Good Condition. in fact, i vaguely remember a phrase from my short-lived gossip girl phase, something about if it ain't broke, make it broke, and fix it. and in this case, make taxpayers wonder where their money goes to at the same time, i might add.
so, not only do you have to cope with the dust already in the air; when the wind blows, all the piles of sand and dirt from the Absolutely Unnecessary re-paving and re-tarring of pavements and roads, ostensibly in honour of the olympics (olympics, schmolympics) rises up and if you're unlucky you get caught in a mini-sandstorm.
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