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Friday, May 15, 2009
Bitchy Bitchy Post
I must say I have no idea about juniors nowadays. Was she really made that way or was she educated that way by her family? All i can say is, I've done wrong, and I will pay you back. End of story. Oh, but no..

Let me start from the beginning. With no names at all. Let's just say a teacher passed me a pendrive containing stuff I have to edit. So, I left it in class. I was out of class whole day and I went up to Physics Lab for last period and the pendrive was still there. I never even had a look at it. I put it in my pocket and when I reached home it was gone. Didn't turn up anywhere. Okay, my fault, I replace it.

I call the owner, X.

X: It' s ok. Nothing important inside. It's a 4gb pendrive and it costed RM49.
Me: I'm really sorry. I'll buy one back real soon.
X: It's ok, after exam also nevermind.
Me: Thanks..really sorry..

Okay, matter settle right?

Then...

Teacher: She told us her pendrive was a 8gb.
Me: Can you talk to her?

Three days later..
Teacher: She still insists that it's 8gb.

So, this is the game you want to play you sneaky little ***? You want to RIP MY MONEY OFF??

She didn't answer my calls, didn't reply my messages. Well well, I'm not going to beat you into a pulp no matter how much I want to. I am going to talk with you rationally. So young already you can't be such a greedy liar?

Well listen here..You can report me for bullying you. You can ask your brother or mother to find me. You can see Mdm. Euphrasia and tell her a senior is bullying you, boo-hoo.

Point is here,sweetheart...
  • Either you take the 4gb or you don't get a cent back. Take it or leave it.
  • Get your mum to talk to my mum then. However I highly doubt an adult would pull such a scam.
  • I'm not going to go easy on you. No melting at junior-ness. No boiling too, I won't bitch at you but I will make myself VERY CLEAR.
  • Don't try hiding behind teacher just because she's nice.
  • Remember, try anything else you won't get anything back because I'm not that gullible or nice.
See you real soon, dear.

You know who you are.


2 comments

&the time is 11:02 PM
posted by Ena ♥