Sunday, August 12, 2007
day1the boy missed his flight yest.
ha.
serves us right for nua-ing till the very last moment.
and the freaking check-in counter staff was not of much help
she just kept going on and on about how it is my fault that we had not come earlier
and yada yada..
while the whole freaking time,
i could have counted on that few last minutes before the gates closed.
she spent like 5 minutes
blaming me.
before she stood up to "try" to see what she could freaking do.
which equals to nothing.
i bet she prolly just walked away and back again later
to fake the help.
not that i am doubting her.
but she should have set down to assist me in solving the problem before trying to blame me the whole time.
I KNOW IT IS MY FAULT ALRITE BITCH!
just shut up and get your ass down to at least try to help me get through.
the least you could do was change yur freaking tone.
urgh!
ashamed to think that such counter staff actually is actually part of the CA family.
man.
luckily the MAS ticketing lady was so much nicer.
right after i told her my problem, she set down to try to search for a solution for me.
and i really feel thankful to her.
she saved my boy's life!
my bad though -
din manage to get her name.
so after all that drama-rama yesterday,
the boy left this afternoon
din really feel any emotion buildup as i saw him through the gates.
but like a couple of hours later
while mugging in the library
i realised i was unable to focus on my Price and Markets.
so much so that I made so many mistakes in the practice paper.
damm.
i think the 3 hours of muggin just now was not of nay help at all.
i miss him so much now,
i can cry.
hai.
11hr30mins since i last saw him5hr20min since i last heard his voice.7 more days to go.
pouts lippie*
8/12/2007 11:36:00 PM
