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Thursday, July 06, 2006
HENG AH! - 10:48 PM
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I thought I had done something ridiculously MORONIC yesterday.


I had hopped on a cab at 3.55pm from the hotel to East Village, in hope that I would make my hairdressing appointment at 4pm. And just when I was about to pay the cabbie, the phone rang. Shucks, it was from the hair salon. I was just SLIGHTLY late. In my haste, I shoved the cabbie some bills and jumped off the cab. I REMEMBER I have a $20 note and a $10 note left in my wallet after paying 8 $1s.


When I reached into my wallet to pay for tips after my haircut, I was rummaging thru the entire contents of my wallet.. WHERE'S MY $20?!??!?! WHY ISIT RECEIPT AFTER RECEIPT? WHERE.IS.MY.$20?!!?! OH god, no...HELL NO,... you mean I had given $28 to the cabbie instead of $8??! No wonder he was thanking me profusely la!

Let me die, just let me die... I berated myself for the longest time, reprimanding myself for being so careless and benevolent (albeit accidentally). In order to justify my mistake, I secretly wished that the cabbie had some financial crisis of his own even though I wasn't v well off myself.


buttttttttttttttttttttttt TADANG!!!!! I was groping around in my bag today after work for lotion, or something when I felt this damp note. IT WAS MY $20!!!! YAYYYYYYYYYYY.

I KNEW i wasn't THAT careless!!! And den I went to the grocery store and promptly spent that $20. shucks.

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