Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Story time!

Once upon a time there was a little girl who was fan-dabby-dozy. She would mistake a lizard for a frog and when she accidentally stepped on one in the shower was petrified of them every since then.

She went upon her merry life and in the turbulence of her teenage years went up and down, up and down. So much so that she had to go to Northern Ireland. The said girl went to school, met many many amazing people and fell in love with an amazing guy who picked her up from where the raging hormones of teenage-hood left her. Nearly two years later, after she was flown back to Singapore, he dumped her. That was right about the time two of the universities of her choice rejected her too. After leading her on for nearly six months that is. She felt (and sometimes still does feel), like an abandoned toy.

Well now. Poor wee girl. Feeling rejected and very, very unloved (even a month later), she went on to take a job promotion mooncakes at a shopping centre. Guess what? The job scope included taking samples of mooncakes out and being rejected over and over by loads of people (I would love to say hundreds but that would be exaggerating).

Funnily enough, that amazing girl (who has just about as much luck as five people put together), got a great supervisor who taught her how to promote and patiently corrected her faults. At the end of ten hours, she'd sold more than a hundred dollars worth of mooncakes in spite of the unhospitable crowd. It was only six boxes though. (like I said, great luck she doth have)

When she came home, there was another letter from one of the universities of her choice, stating that she had been rejected. However, instead of being crushed, that letter brought her hope. The reason why, dear readers, was because she got the feeling that she was able to get in with her results. She was just a few months too late. And so, this tired (but still amazing) girl is going to wake up at the ungodly hour of 7.30am in the morning to go straight to the dean of the university with her mom to have a 'talk' with him.

She has a good feeling about this. Wish her luck in her tagbox everyone. Or this girl will cry herself to sleep. (yes that is a threat)


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