Once again, I was approached by a surveys collector at the nearby local MRT station. In fact, I really think the local MRT station is filled with them preying on us innocent souls. But then again, they are just doing their job to support their family. So I agreed to do it once again.
Survey Lady (SL): "Are you a student?" Me: "Yah!" SL: "From poly? Did this survey before?" Me: "Nope, NUS. Never did this before." SL: "You are so lucky! Can do this survey!" Me: ....... SL: "So you are studying Accountancy?" Me: "Nope, medicine." SL: "What? But your spectacles are not thick at all." Me: "No need to be thick." SL: "But you all only study right?" Me: "Nope" SL: "So happy to know you, next time can see you for free hor?" Me: ....... SL: "So 5 years course? + 1 year housemanship? What you want to specialise in? Tough or not? How many books?"
I was really scared at this point of time. Well, I guess she was trying to be friendly and approachable but I guess overdoing it can really result in the opposite effect instead.
Meantime, I have thought of a baptism name for myself!
