Silence Speaks

So right it went wrong

This spells out the entire week in honest.

Today was gloom, gloom and gloom. Triple literally. First was the midterm that we got back. Fully expected to pass. And I did. Barely. But I had a feeling. After seeing many >70ish it doesn't take a genius to figure out how I felt. Second was the part where I was told there was nothing for me to do short of offing my 3g network, to lengthen my batt life. Oh why Moto, why! I charge it twice on a daily basis. Like !#$%= Then after making it down to the moto service centre which was conveniently at the cathay, which meant on the way home, I thought of dropping by chapter 2 for a much needed haircut. Just as I was about done with my moto business, it started pouring. Passed by the new cathay gallery and spent a good half an hour there. It was like a mini museum that brings you back in history. The illustrious Loke family history.

I knew I had few options. Really. a) movie. It's not like I haven't caught one by myself. And I really wanted to watch Real Steel. b) starbucks. Didn't wanna feel like a loser sitting by myself with almost nothing to do. The difference with catching a movie and chilling at starbucks is obviously, the former takes place in the dark. Hence less naked if you know what I mean. c) call pickup service aka mom. She refused. d) buy an umbrella.

No prize for getting the answer right. Stinking 7-11 umbrella costs 6bucks. Zzz

Third gloomz has to be the bloody long wait. First the guy told me to come back in half an hour. I didn't want to appear too eager, I went back after 40min. Waiting ten before someone attended to me, which was typical waiting time, I think. Then another guy washed by hair. I finished reading (in depth) half of 2011 May's (I forgot which mag) and reckon by my estimation waited at least another thirty before another guy came over to cut my hair. He apologised of course, which conscious service oriented crew wouldn't? And on the front I was like, np. But inside I was blowing the short fuse. Sorry is just that. A word. It doesn't mean much. Anyone can say sorry. Sheesh. Why ruin other people's day right?

Anyway, he made me wait so long I wasn't willing and frankly didn't want to tell him that I was heading straight home to dinner and sleep right after. Afterall I paid for wash cut and style.

posted by wantington-ny @ 9:20 PM