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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

eeep!

I believe embarrass-ness comes in streaks. Like you enjoy a dry period where everything is fine and dandy and suddenly KABLOOIE!!! And it seems like one embarrassing moment after another. It's like falling down. There are times where everything is going well, and then there are times when you just can't help but keep falling down or tripping. Same thing. Anyway, recently I've been embarrassing myself like nobody's business:


Incident #1:
Just yesterday, I wanted to book a cab. Usually numbers for these companies are pretty idiot-proof. They don't require alot of mental ability to remember them. Their always 333 8888 or 777 1111 or something like that. BUT I had to call the wrong number and the moment the operator on the other end picked up the call, I knew it was a mistake but I still went (with abit of trepidation) "Um..I'd like to book a cab" and the operator (I'm guessing I called some office) said "Sorry, you called the wrong number, but you'd like to try this instead (and she gave me the right number)".


Incident #2:
Today I was alone at home, and I was getting ready to leave the house. So I plugged in my Zen micro and started singing at the top of my lungs to F4 (Hey, I know what you're thinking, but it was a catchy song! *defensive tone of voice*), and when I turned around, Mom and Marian were in the living room, having opened the gate and door without me hearing them due to my mp3 blasting in my ears. I literally swallowed my heart-felt-made-for-Singapore-Idol rendition when I saw them. I felt the song just die in my mouth.




See? Proven my point. There are days when things are smooth-sailing and then there ARE days when I just feel like digging a hole in the ground and burying myself in it. But all things aside, I thought it was pretty amusing and I wasted no time in regaling a couple of my dearest friends with it and here's what beloved Meiyue (yes! you're once again in my entry!) replied:


"Haha. Welcome to my world man. Experience tells me that unless its been witnessed by your sadistic friends, nobody will remember it after awhile."


Thanks pal, I love you!!

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