I had a crappy tuesday, must be my PMS [premenstrual syndrome]. It was slow day and I needed a voice to wake me up. I finished off the day at 7pm, went on a search for an alarm clock. It was my dad's job many years ago, but today I've taken over that responsibility. My stupid alarm, I can't blame it really since I let it fell and this time it scattered to pieces. I fixed them back, substituted his old AA battery with another old one. I've this problem of mistreating my alarm, it never gets the best thing -- even a battery. So now it planned his revenge. It woke me up these few days an hour earlier than the preset time. I didn't get fed up but my sister did. It roused the wrong person from sleep. So I made up my mind this one has to go.
I can do a count of the shops selling alarms & watches in my neighbourhood. I walked to the nearest, stood by the shelf displaying all the cranky alarm clocks. Very small one and squarish. Very big one and brightly colored. Medium sized one with dull colors. Rectangular one with conventional design. Most were old and crummy. I hesitated for a moment, walked into the shop, did a quick browse of the ones inside. The keepers were busy with customers, so I ended up playing with the displays outside. Some didn't work anymore. One alarm goes off no louder than a bird's chirp, argghhh. I twiddled with another one, it rang.. oh well, better than the first.
I walked in again, looking into all the glass windows. The assistant, finally unoccupied, came foward. I hate to buy a clock, then again I have to. I reached for a few of their newly arrived, beautiful condition but out of my budget & oversize for a weeny alarm. I couldn't bother to consider, pointed at a conventional one, tested and taken. S$18. Costly. He gave a dollar discount for students, I looked like one, lucky. When I paid him the notes, he went, "Are you singaporean??" I said, "yes." And he went, "You don't look like one."
Man, what has a clock purchase got to do with my nationality eh...
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