i've got this french online penpal through couchsurfing.com and i was talking to him online when he was in singapore. and i told him i'm working in this french cafe at vivocity. and that we could meet up and i could bring him around sometime. so i messaged him like 2 days later and he didn't respond and so i thought he didn't wanna meet up. then on wednesday, just as i was about to leave the cafe, this guy came in looking for hazif. we were like, "err, there's no hazif. but there's hafiz. and i'm hafiz." and he was like "yeah, hafiz. i'm your couchsurfing friend!" i was like, omg? it's funny that we didn't recognise one another despite viewing one another's profile. and so me being a singaporean host had to bring him on an impromptu visit and i had absolutely no idea where to go. so we ended up at toastbox and he tasted the otah toast. at least he had something local, i say. ;)

et il m'a dit que je parle tres bien le francais. yay!

desmond, tu me manques! vous aussi, pamela et christelle. c'est different maintenant quand je travaille.

had a mini-farewell for desmond. just him, me and pam. me and pam were looking for some tshirt which had some french on it and thanks to le coq sportif we found it. and we went to canele! it's this small cafe/restaurant thingy at paragon's basement which sells pretty-to-look-at desserts, which are not too bad too. and bimbs couldn't come along cuz she got caught sneaking home late when she went clubbing. add one more chapter please, christelle. ;)

and so i was changing some big notes into smaller denominations at hsbc, as tasked by charlotte. the service went fine and all until the fucking auntie got pissed. she NEVER told me they ran out of 50c coins and she was like "why not you get more $2 notes?" i told her "no, follow that piece of paper." and she suggested to me again to change more smaller notes. but again i said, no. and she got pissed and she started making the "tsk" sound. grr. and she said loudly "you get it or not?!" and i'm like no. and she passed me to her manager to do the service. this manager also one bitch. i said to her, "your staff is very rude." and she pretended not to hear. fucking hsbc bitches i tell you. service staff jolly well be fucking nice lah. and you never mentioned to me you ran out of 50c coins still wanna get pissed at me? whatever. charlotte, please get me to change some coins tomorrow. it's so payback time.