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4 reasons why I wanna bang my head against the wall:
- Lost my German library book at Raffles Place MRT station. Asked those customer service officers if any kind soul had returned that particular book to them, to which one of them replied, "Nein." And another asked me, "Was ist dein Name?" It was quite hilarious, although I wasn't supposed to be laughing over the fact that I'd just lost my library book and that I'd have to fork out unnecessary $$$ just to pay the darned replacement fee.
- On my way to meet Lynette, I saw 2 rather cute backpackers (a brunette and a blonde) on the train. We all got down at Paya Lebar MRT station coincidentally. I was standing outside the train station, keeping a lookout for her when one of them approached me, asking me for directions to Betel Box Hostel at 200 Joo Chiat Road. At that point I had no idea where the heck that was. And I told them that my sense of direction was really bad and asked them to go take a cab. What I didn't realise later on (and upon doing some Googling) was that said hostel was merely a 15-minute walk away from Paya Lebar MRT!
- And we also got talking along the way and I found out that those 2 were from LA, fresh out of college! Brunette was really hot, with floppy shoulder-length hair and Sandy-Blonde was equally hot too, although he didn't really talk much. They were on a 1-month backpacking trip around Asia - they asked if I wanted to go join them at a bar, to which I declined and said that I was on my way to meet a friend. Brunette was also like, "I hope your boyfriend won't mind!" and I was like, "Nah, I don't have a boyfriend at all." Brunette asked for my number, saying that he would call me and so I gave my number but I totally forgot to include the area code!! I'm not sure whether he's smart enough to figure out the area code eventually, or whether he would even bother. And well, I didn't ask Brunette for his number in return cos uh, I just thought it was kinda odd for me to do that. And I also said something totally random - I told him to drop by Gucci Paragon and visit me. He hadn't a clue where Paragon was, and I don't even know whether he will even bother remembering it. What do you think? He hasn't called, and of course I'm not getting my hopes up too high that he will call eventually. Hell, I don't even know why I'm bothering so much! Maybe, (at risk of sounding like an extremely superficial bitch) I'm just not used to attention from a TOTALLY HOT male. Arghhhhh. Well, love life's really as exciting as watching paint dry. Which explains why small little encounters like this make me too excited for my own good.
- Spilled my loose powder ALL OVER MY BURBERRY HANDBAG!!!! And I can't exactly get it all out with a soft damp cloth as well. Which means, I have to fork out even more $$$ to send it for dry-cleaning. GARHHHH. But maybe it's high time I did that too, since I've got so many colour stains at the back as well.
- Lost my German library book at Raffles Place MRT station. Asked those customer service officers if any kind soul had returned that particular book to them, to which one of them replied, "Nein." And another asked me, "Was ist dein Name?" It was quite hilarious, although I wasn't supposed to be laughing over the fact that I'd just lost my library book and that I'd have to fork out unnecessary $$$ just to pay the darned replacement fee.
- On my way to meet Lynette, I saw 2 rather cute backpackers (a brunette and a blonde) on the train. We all got down at Paya Lebar MRT station coincidentally. I was standing outside the train station, keeping a lookout for her when one of them approached me, asking me for directions to Betel Box Hostel at 200 Joo Chiat Road. At that point I had no idea where the heck that was. And I told them that my sense of direction was really bad and asked them to go take a cab. What I didn't realise later on (and upon doing some Googling) was that said hostel was merely a 15-minute walk away from Paya Lebar MRT!
- And we also got talking along the way and I found out that those 2 were from LA, fresh out of college! Brunette was really hot, with floppy shoulder-length hair and Sandy-Blonde was equally hot too, although he didn't really talk much. They were on a 1-month backpacking trip around Asia - they asked if I wanted to go join them at a bar, to which I declined and said that I was on my way to meet a friend. Brunette was also like, "I hope your boyfriend won't mind!" and I was like, "Nah, I don't have a boyfriend at all." Brunette asked for my number, saying that he would call me and so I gave my number but I totally forgot to include the area code!! I'm not sure whether he's smart enough to figure out the area code eventually, or whether he would even bother. And well, I didn't ask Brunette for his number in return cos uh, I just thought it was kinda odd for me to do that. And I also said something totally random - I told him to drop by Gucci Paragon and visit me. He hadn't a clue where Paragon was, and I don't even know whether he will even bother remembering it. What do you think? He hasn't called, and of course I'm not getting my hopes up too high that he will call eventually. Hell, I don't even know why I'm bothering so much! Maybe, (at risk of sounding like an extremely superficial bitch) I'm just not used to attention from a TOTALLY HOT male. Arghhhhh. Well, love life's really as exciting as watching paint dry. Which explains why small little encounters like this make me too excited for my own good.
- Spilled my loose powder ALL OVER MY BURBERRY HANDBAG!!!! And I can't exactly get it all out with a soft damp cloth as well. Which means, I have to fork out even more $$$ to send it for dry-cleaning. GARHHHH. But maybe it's high time I did that too, since I've got so many colour stains at the back as well.