ramblings, basically.

HSBC has flipping bad customer service.

They called to make sure my dad has certain documents for them to collect to make some faggoty new credit card or god knows what. I told him my dad's unable to come to the phone, so I can take down the doc needed.

AND that person mumbles. So I repeated after him, and went, "I/C and..?" POLITELY mind you. and he was like, TSK furiously then repeated his statement most reluctantly.

WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU? DID I BITE YOU?!

I questioned him a few times, like when he's coming, etc. He was like, bye bye lah bye bye lah, sort of expression. I told my mum, she said cancel the card. HA HA LOOOSER. Stupid customer service. FAIL!

And, guys of the century. Please, for the love of god. I'm flattered that you think I'm so popular in school, I know everyone. But you don't have to run to me to ask if I know this or that girl, cos you're interested in her.

1) I'm not interested in such affairs.
2) I'm not a matchmaker.
3) I SAID I DON'T KNOW HER, DON'T KEEP ASKING ME.

If you're not too cowardly, god damn it, find her out yourself. Plan an ambush outside school and find her some day. Knock into her, pick up her books and introduce yourself. Or just charm her some fascinating and innovative way you possibly can, god damn it.

No wonder we complain about Singaporean guys all.the.time. Jesus.

posted by sh @ 7:43 pm