Now, no one ever calls my house phone to look for me, because they usually call my handphone directly. I don’t think any of my friends besides my school friends (yeah, my phone number has stayed the same since then!) have my house phone number, and even so they probably don’t remember it. But considering how it has rung in succession to my handphone, it had to be for me. I had just stepped out of the shower, and so I picked it up.

True enough, it wasn’t an important call at all. It was someone from Citibank trying to tell me about the latest promotions on my credit card, and when I checked my handphone later, both missed calls were from Citibank. Actually I can’t really verify that because one number was completely unlisted and another number was private (+60000), but hey, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that theses calls were all from the same person.

The caller asked for 3-5 minutes of my time to which I curtly replied that it was a bad time and asked him to call back tomorrow. Well, that’s if I want to pick up.

I find it so annoyingly stupid. I mean, if someone doesn’t pick up her handphone, it means she’s indisposed right now, right? Well, most of the time anyway. I’m not referring to those who leave their handphones at home or in the car, or those who couldn’t hear the phones ringing inside their giant handbags. Actually, maybe that statement covers them too. If they are not picking up, it means they aren’t free. So wth do you need to call my house phone for? I’m not picking up because I’m not free!!!! It’s not even important!!! (To me anyway).

I wanted to tell him off and ask him if he was stupid or just plain dumb. But I didn’t. That’s because I’m too nice and I don’t use offensive language like that. So I just resort to ranting on my blog.