I came across them during work..
8:30 in the morning, both Mom and I are in a rush to get to work, our phone rings.
mom – “Who calls international this early in the morning?” (Judging by the ringtone, we can tell it’s international)
me – “…”
mom – *checks display* “It’s definitely those surveys again, I’m not picking it up.”
me – “…”
The phone kept on ringing, repetitively. They must’ve called at least 3 times. By the time I’m at the door, I’m already fully equiped, ready to take off. The phone is still ringing. I picked it up.
me – “Hello?”
me – “Hellow??”
phone – “Hi.”
me – “Who is this?”
phone – “I need to speak to Chris.”
me – “You got the wrong number.” *expecting apology*
phone – “What? How long has it been a wrong number?”
me – *WTF?!* “What??”
phone – “I need to speak to Chris Blah!” (I forgot the full name.)
me – “You got the wrong number! And I need to leave now!”
phone – *hangs up*
me – (=_=)b
I’m having my painting displayed on campus right now, in the Williams Cafe shop. Well.. so not really “on campus”. It’s a giant painting: 48” X 36” oil on canvas. It’s the fourth painting that I had to do for my painting course last term. The criteria is figures in environment. It came to my surprise that they wanted to exhibit this painting at Williams. I’ve always seen student pieces there, never knew who’s in charge of doing so until they’ve contacted me. I went to ECH to pick up my painting and discovered a sticky note attached to it asking to hang it at Williams. Soon after it was up there (they hung it in the beginning of January and I received the email 2 days ago), I got someone asking me if it’s for sale. I’m still debating whether I should sell it yet.. and if so, how much? I’m surprised that there are people willing to buy it..
The weather is so depressing these few days and it will be even more depressing as winter progresses. On my way home last night after work, with every step along the way, I smashed my boots in the dirty snow childishly making the “chia” sound. The roaring wind pushed me to lower my hood, which then resulted in me staring down at my own childish act. The rhythm of “chia” became faster as I sped up the process, I’ve been stepping harder and faster at the same time. Little did I know, I’ve walked past my home without realizing it. By the time I found out, I’m already at the end of the street. I pulled off my hood, turned around, saw a pedestrian walking towards me, pulled the hood back, and began walking backwards towards my house. I tried pulling my hood really really down and walking normally so that I won’t look too too stupid when I’m passing him by.
I don’t really like it when strangers talk to me in public, especially when I’m on a tight schedule. I hate it when they are rude or trying to make me sign up for stuff. But what ticks me off the most is when I have no idea what they said.. So this morning on my way to work, I was walking along Adelaide when I happened to encounter this random stranger. He walked passed me and said something that sounded like this, “blah blah blah-ai.” So basically the only sound I picked up is the ending sound “ai”. My immediate reaction was smiling to him as he passed me by. But then I realized that he could’ve said “Get out of my way!”, which would really piss me off. This thought really made me angry because I’d be such a loser if I smiled back to something like that. I tried to think positive, so I thought to myself that he could’ve said “Have a nice day!”, which would’ve been nice and worked out fine with me smiling back to him. And then I started thinking other possible phrases that he could’ve said.. including a question: “Where is The Bay?” and other foreign language possibilities. By the time I realized that I’ve walked past my office, I was already on an unknown intersection. Once again, I got my hood down. Seriously, as if that’s going to make me look less stupid for walking backwards! Grr.. how I hate this weather.. and grr.. how I hate getting lost!