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Thursday, February 4, 2010
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Hi peeps,
Going into NS tml D:. Which means I won't be blogging for a while until CNY i guess. Also means I've gotta rmb to get insurance against possessed by pontianak, bitten by vampires, crushed by zombies and the like (You can never be too careful when going overseas you know. Wonder if they sell these for buffaloes?).
Speaking of which, I was ambushed by an insurance agent the day before. Well i was walking out of the MRT gate when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I immediately turned around (must remember not to do this at tekong) and saw this beautiful lady with shiny innocent eyes staring at me. My first thought was whether she was a long lost classmate of mine, come to find me after a sorrowful separation by the vast expanses of space and time. Sadly, our (or rather my) tearful reunion was shattered when she said "Hi could you help me fill up a short survey?".
Next thing i knew, she was introducing to me some Prudential savings plan () and telling me if i saved $200/mth i'd have 60k by the end of 25 yrs (Like thanks man, I can't count myself). Then she began telling me if I started saving 7 yrs early i'd be able to withdraw my money 25 yrs earlier too (Wow, my logic is the next to floy out of the window). Next she had me guess if I had 3% compound interest how much I could accumulate after 25 yrs (Oh now I look like I can do multivariable differential calculus of tangential planes in my head). At this point visions of a Hot Fudge Sundae began to float across my mind, so I switched to my bot mode, which analyses key words from a sentence and selects an appropriate response (from a pool comprising these options: mm ya, ok, and *smiles and nods head*). I mean, who in their right mind would want to sell a savings plan to me. (What am i supposed hoard now, nuts? Or grass?)
Anyway, finally she let me off after giving me her number and telling me she would call back in a few days (Please do not call me with strange numbers these few days, lest I accidentally divert you to McDelivery). Well, i scurried of to the nearest Macs after that to find the Hot Fudge Sundae of my dreams, only to find that THEIR ICE CREAM MACHINE HAD CONVENIENTLY BROKEN DOWN.
I've got to check if there's any insurance for broken dreams, especially those involving pretty girls and ice cream.
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