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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Vengeful valediction

Transitlink's customer service hotline is being such a whore! I tried calling in several times & what did I receive in response?

"Sorry. The customer service officer is currently busy. You will be served in a while. Please wait... (fill in the blanks, blah blah -.-)"

Hah! Right. Eventually, the background music (they got the hotline tuned in to some dubious soothing music while waiting) served me for I'd say forever? Blimey! I've never pined for any ear therapy, like hello? I merely want need whoever's on duty to be on the line NOW!

. . .

Her eye caught the phrase 'Delete all' as she scrolled down the menu-drop fixed in the screen of the cell. Should she or shouldn't she? Her right thumb shifted aimlessly about the button, with her mind whizzing in a buzz, attempting hard to rank the degree of redundance should she still opt to keep them all. But, everything has already come to a dead halt right? The other party had been declared itself independence since forever. She shouldn't be so persistent to being hesitant now, or should she?

With a deep breather, a strong heart, a determined mind, plus tightly-shut eyes, the button was clicked. One by one, the virtual dispatch got themselves ditched, ditched, ditched for good. An evil smile crept in. An uncontrollable reckless scheme grasped her mind, fragmented her sanity for a moment.

So long, worthless reminiscience.

. . .

Ramen ten, starbucks, clarke quay yesterday with the girls, ahh! More to come? Chill at an exquisite club at clarke quay till the wee hour, anyone?

P.S: gay clubs and fairul, hmm. must be an experience to remember, lol. turn 18
quick, dyna! yay. then we go that salsa club also, let's!
P.P.S: cannot wait
for slumber partayyyyyyyy, if there's one!

. . .

I just realize that orientation's like in a goddamned less than a month's time! Talk about new school, environment, social circle, lecturers, et cetera et cetera et cetera. Nerve-wrecking much? God

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Diana H.
Jan 8, 1990

xo,