Wednesday, July 16, 2008 ; 5:25 PM
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Shhh...
Promise not to tell?
Double promise??
All right then.
Here goes.
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I have a singing mailbox.
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Don't you make that face at me! It's entirely true. Well, at least before you discredit me for nonsensical ideas, hear out my story first.
You see, the short walk from the lobby door to the lift always takes me past the small room where all the mailboxes are. And I was just singing my way to the lift, after a normal, tiring day at school--you can imagine, no problems with that. My stomach was well-fed and well-watered, so
there were no excuses for causes of delusion or temporary insanity.
At that precise moment of waiting for the lift, my head flashed past the mailbox room as I turned around, and for a second I swear I saw my mailbox
beckon me over. (Override of imagination here: The flap of the letter slot was swinging open, and "singing" -if that's the way to describe it. Yes. It was definitely calling me over.)
Anyway, the usual things happened: the voice at the back of my head nigged and nagged at my feet to start walking away from the open lift and towards the mailbox.
So I walked.
(Hasn't anyone told you the saying: "Don't doubt your conscience and trust your instincts-especially when it takes to hurling insults inside your head to get you to obey it." ?)Oh well. My hands opened the flap, and I peered inside. Lo and behold, a bunch of letters! Aha.
(But my mum cleared the box two days ago. Hmm.) Anyway, I'm not much of a dawdler, especially with a heavy schoolbag, so I scooped up the whole pile and ran for the lift.
Now, the
next best thing to do when you have a pile of letters in your hands- is to
go through them. Two for dad, three for mum, one for the dog (...kidding)....and one for me. There it was, a thick white envelope with my school crest at the top.
Suddenly I remembered. Oh crap.
My school assessments and my IB recommendations.*
fast forward all the hyperventilation*
As soon as I reached my room, I tore open the envelope. (Vicious me-but sorry, couldn't wait!) A note of address to my parents, some info sheets, and MY REPORT.
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Drumroll inserted here*
It took me exactly half a minute to scan through the maze of alphabets; and exactly two minutes to digest the information.
;D:D:D:D:D:D:D
Needless to say-well, I only have one thing to say--
reading a letter has never felt so happily glorious before.THANK YOU MY SINGING MAILBOX!!!! :DYour loving owner,
Sarah
p.s-I'm dreadfully sorry if this post is chock-full of dramatics (I know I should be writing about more realistic things) but I simply couldn't pass up an opportunity to introduce my mailbox. And the assessment that came along with it. (That one's real enough, I think.)
p.ss-
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIA YI!!! ONE TWO THREE>>>MAKE A WISH. Hehehe. :D
