no phone

I hate rude people on the phone. They just need to die. Painfully.

Excruxiating pain should do the trick. Probably strangle them with their telephone cords or something. Gah, maybe it's my own fault calling up so late in the evening. By now, they'd be all sweaty and tired and hungry and just thinking about more of the sweat-inducing, tiring and hungry-making days to come... And there I was, sounding oh-so perfectly cheerful to make their sweat-inducing, tiring and hungry-making days more hell by saying I want their money. Obviously they go to PMS mode! hahah. But I've only talked to two people like that and well, they sound old and crabby and both of them are FEMALE.

Ok, I'm not being sexist because for one, I'm female myself. Though a younger version. Secondly, I may end up being the old, crabby female so I have all the rights to say anything about them because hey, it's just evolution right? I know it's kinda mean to categorize them that way but... ok, not all middle-aged people are stuck in PMS mode. I just picked the wrong time on their PMS schedule. Which is in the evening. When they're all sweaty and tired and hungry...

Anyway, it's a few minutes to 7 and I don't think I'll be making calls right now. Just gonna start fresh tomorrow and... I don't know, I'm left with just two numbers now and I guess I'll just choose my luck...

Yeah, and you guys? Pusat tuisyen Kuantum is taken. By some Form 3 kids... Fudge. Sometimes, I hate those excited juniors. Yeah I know, my fault again for starting late but... All day long I was running my advertising speech in my head because I'm scared that I had offended people in some ways... But I don't think any part of my speech is offensive at all! I'm running out of time. So, I just have to remind myself to have a thicker skin and get out there and be ripped to shreds!

-- thick skin... thick skin...