You Got Mail!
On reaching home every night, the sight of a stack of mails on my table always casts a certain mystique over me.
As i reach out for them gingerly, I could feel the sudden rush of adrenalin in me, anticipating the unexpected.
There is good reason for this. One time, my mum shrewdly trapped a large hairy tarantula using a stack of mail before passing out in terror, without the basic courtesy of informing me. Accessing my mail has since never been the same again although it did give a whole new meaning to the term "webmail".
I don't know about you, but mail reading can invoke an array of emotions in me that makes mail ripping a recreational nocturnal activity for me.
Once in a while, I will receive a letter stating that I have inherited $5,000 from a certain dead rich relative. No wait... thats Monopoly.
Alright, first of all, I know for sure there won't be any junk mail for me unless you count those NTU letters canvassing for funds. Here's the unbelievable deal they insist I should not miss: Send some money over so that some young punk I have never met before can get a decent education and one day meet me in some company's interview room fighting for the same coveted job. No thanks! How about doing away with those Herman Miller chairs under your backsides first?!?
Then there's the always timely credit card statements and mobile phone bills to ensure the growth of your bank account is well under control.
I think it is a good habit to pore through the individual items on the statements as they can bring back certain sweet memories that you might have clean forgotten in your daily grind. (Hey! Yah hor, those bastards have not paid me for that KTV outing!)
Its always a joy to browse through the catalogues that comes attached with the statements so that I can take advantage of the 1 for 1 spas, 1 for 1 set dinners, 1 for 1 Xiao Long Bao, etc.
Not all mails are that pleasant though. I do receive nasty surprises like parking fines, alimony payment reminders, wedding invitations, etc. (haha.. just kidding! For the record, i love to attend weddings.. so keep 'em coming, even if I have attended yours before.)
How about that long awaited mail you keep looking out for day after day? Could be that application for the built to order HDB project "La Kampung" in the much sought after estate of Punggol? Or the outcome of your appeal against the parking offence which you have so "innocently" committed? And of course not forgetting the "naughty" eBay item you have successfully bidded for over the internet.
There you have it. In such an exciting era where just by the simple act of reading mails can bring forth a slew of mental states such as nauseousness, disgust and chronic depression, who says snail mail is boring?
Now will you excuse me while I get back to my letter of appeal.
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