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My name is Emily.
I had a very interesting phone conversation today.
Actually, it was because of a phone conversation yesterday that I had this interesting conversation today.
Yesterday, I was calling a few bridal shops to book an appointment with them. My aim was to go to their shops, talk to them, see their selection, compare their prices and most importantly, see whether I am comfortable with them or not.
Planning a wedding is very stressful you know. And all stress factors should be minimized or removed from the start.
Dun wan give myself additional headache for nothing.
But silly us, gave ourselves a big scare last weekend.
We went to a bridal fair in Marina and there was an attempted bulldoze by a bridal shop to pressure us into signing their contract.
Any objection we raised, any issue we are concerned about was immediately explained away by the promoter. On top of that, they started to throw in free this and free that to tempt us into signing their package.
We barely escaped by the skin of our teeth and we immediately left the fair with those startled expressions of "deer caught by headlights".
Even today, I'm still a little traumatized by that experience. So much so that when I received a caller identifying himself by his name, I actually thought for a split second it was the bridal shop (they have the same name, you see).
Until he mentioned he was from Traders Hotel then did I give a little sigh of relief.
But back to my interesting conversation.
I called up a certain bridal shop yesterday and identified myself, asking to make an appointment for 25th February, Saturday. The person who picked up the call was unsure about the appointment schedule and the conversation went something like this.
Me: "Hi, Can I speak to *Alan?"
Female: "Alan is not in the office right now, do you want him to call you back?"
Me: "Oh, I'm Jennifer and I only wanted to book an appointment to go to your shop."
Female: "Oh ok, when would you like it to be?"
Me: "How about 25th February Saturday. Is this ok?"
Female: "Ermm, Emily, can I get Alan to call you back?"
Me: "Err, my name is Jennifer, not Emily."
Female: "Oh, sorry! Can I have your number?"
Me: "It's ok, my number is 9*******."
Female: "Thank you, I'll get Alan to call you back."
Me: "Thanks!"
Female: "Bye Emily."
*Click*
(Name has been changed. :p)
Okaye...my name is definitely NOT Emily.
Today, I got a call from Alan.
Me: "Hello?"
Alan: "Hi, is this Emily?"
Me: "No, I'm Jennifer. Are you from S bridal shop?"
Alan: "Huh? You're not Emily? I was supposed to return call to this number. And yes, I'm from S."
Me: "Yar, a girl a spoke to yesterday kept calling me Emily even though I told her name is Jennifer."
Alan: "Oh! I'm so sorry!"
Me: "Nah, it's ok."
Alan: "Ok, you are Jennifer. Are you at work?"
Me: "Yes, I'm working now."
Alan: "Wah, working ar!"
Me: "Have to work mah. Actually I wanted to make an appointment to go to your shop on 25th February."
Alan: "Ok, 25th what time?"
Me: "About 5?"
Alan: "Actually 530 will be better. I got a customer at 430."
Me: "Ok, sure, 530 then."
Alan: "Thanks for recommending customer to me lei."
Me: "Huh?"
Alan: "Next time we go out drink coffee lar."
Me: "Err, you haven't seen me yet, 25th will be the first time I'm going to your shop."
Alan: "Oh! Sorry lei! This is so embarrassing!"
By this time, I felt like I was in a parallel universe.
Alan: "Aiyoh, so paiseh, keep mixing up."
Me: "Hahaha, it's ok lar, see you on the 25th."
Alan: "Ok, see you then."
Somehow, I thought of Qiaoyun's favourite Emily the Strange after I put down the phone.
Kinda weird how one person insisted on calling me Emily, and another thought he knew me personally.
My name is NOT Emily.
Life
Recently, I've no mood to blog.
Sometimes, I have a loads of rubbish to unload onto this poor site.
Other times, what is on my mind stays there.
Unlike some bloggers, I cannot bare myself emotionally to others, letting anyone, including my friends, read what is in my mind and heart.
But I dunno why did I get this weird compulsion to write all this down.
I am a spoiled brat.
I need a lot of attention, especially from The Husband.
Maybe he's the only solid rock I can depend on, maybe he's the constant that I crave.
I dunno.
I used to punch walls, hurt myself by cutting.
I needed and welcomed the pain.
And I always recognized it as a cry for attention. But yet I couldn't stop.
Even now, I will wonder.
If I hurt myself, make myself bleed, will I get more love? More concern?
Rationally, I know that in the end, I will be hurting those who love me.
But when my mind sinks to that level, what the fuck is rationality?
The period of time where I spent uncontrollably.
Everyday, every single day, I bought and spent and did not give a care of what I bought.
Some things I used, some things never even got out of the shopping bag. Some discarded.
A single shop, $200 gone. So what.
A dark period. I hated so many, hated myself more.
A period where I wish I can sleep and sleep and never have to wake up anymore.
A place I never want to go back.
Now I remind myself frequently. Always take pleasure in the smallest thing.
Going out with friends, teasing friends, the simple pleasure of being a friend to someone.
Eating my favourite food, smelling my favourite perfume, getting a hug from The Husband.
Always remember that there are other things to do, other things to look forward to.
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Thursday, February 16, 2006