Designer: Yours Truely
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Hello readers, your stuck at casultyofsocieties@bs owned by the very typical PRODUCT DESIGN(-.-) wannabe girl.
Call me red hair or pam or monkey or whatever blah blah blah.
seriously im going thru a 'FML' stage now , but dramas owaes pwn em all :D
Lastly im a sucker for red stuff
yeaya. Treat me Nice, I'll treat you Nicer. Don't step on mine when I didn't step on :}yours!
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Escape this town for a little while



i aint really in a mood to blog today.
it was such a tiring day , plus thinking about 2mr's graduation
just make me feel restless.
Lols, makes no sense.

miracalously(is there sucha word?) im just going to make it short
and simple.
since my 9pm show is alr playing haflway and its a freakin taboo
to blog while its on.

I left my wallet on the bus 169 , thanks to all those crappy
tbs and files.
and i was in such a freak out moment.
i immediately call the smrt hotline and paced up and down
at the bus stop. but theres this stupid auntie staring at me
making me feel so uncomfortable.

seriously, can autnies just keep to themselves?(no offense to laura)
anyway its same as the jack neo show, 'plz press 1 for xxxx'
*presses*
'plz press 3 for xxxx '
*presses*
'plz press 6 for xxxx'
*presses*
plz let there be no more.
'plz press 8 for xxx'
nabei cb! fuck, knn , >:(
tmd waste my time press and press and summore haf to listen to the crap.
in the end suan le,
so i went to woodland interchange to report.

man' eh ya?'
me' ehm, i lost my wallet on bus 169'
man'ok gimme a min'
define his ' a min' .its 6 fucking mins, fucking bcoz its soo long for me and depressing.

man'come here' usher me to the other side
me'so?'
man'sorry but don have ur wallet , u write ur name here, if
got then tell you'

my heart sunk i tell you.

*scribbles writes writes*
walk away, and then the man suddenly
'OEI GIRL, COME BACK LA, U HAVEN WRITE UR IC
HOW TO IDENTIFY YOU!'
he said it in sucha harsh tone for a moment i tot he was saying

'OEI BITCH, COME BACK LEH, YOU HAVEN WRITE UR FUCKING
IC , HOW I FUCKING IDENTIFY YOU.'

omg. im mad. but whatever , on the trip back home, i was
pretty upset, bcoz since psch , i haven lost my wallet.

when i open the door my mom came and said
' u noe a man called and say he found your wallet , ask you go now'
WTF, I JUST WENT FROM YISHUN TO WOODLAND,
BACK AND NOW U WAN ME TO REPEAT IT TWICE?!'

my mum summore duwnan drive me there *@)&*(!*()!

in the end went to take my wallet, and the man attitude was slightly
better , though he scared me with the 'loansharkmayuseuric' crap
to scare the hella outta me , but i forgave him.

and he forced me to write compliment letter lor.
tmd, so many stuff to write >:(
he dictate and i write sia! WTF.


talking about a short post manzx.