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Saturday, July 18, 2009
I Am An Assistant Not An Ass
I wanna say la. I am the assistant class monitor. Not your Indon maid. I carry books to teacher. I pass up books to teacher. I put stuff up and shush the class and stuff. That is my freaking job. Now listen to this.

CB: ENA!!ENA!!
Me: *walks all the way to the back*
CB: Can you put this on teacher's table?
Me: WTF you bitch you got no legs ar? You ask me all the way here and ask me to walk 3 metres to the front and put on table for you ar? You want me to spoonfeed you later you lazy self-obsessed bitch? You think my job to carry your stuff for you? You want to pass up, I already say put on the freaking table and I take to teacher later.

Okay, I didn't explode like that because she might have cried.

WALAO people think I am their Indon maid meh! This post is long overdue. Some freakazoid can't even get her ass up and walk to the teacher?? WHy don't you ask me all the way to toilet to unzip your pants so you can shit?Because you are so incapable of pulling down your zipper right.

Secondly I hate those people who don't pass up. I already put the stack on teacher's table, I already ask repeatedly, who want to pass up please do so now! Then suddenly bell rings. I'm halfway out of school. Then some giggly bitch walks to me and dumps her measly book in my arms.

"I forgot to pass up just now. You put on teacher's table for me ok."

WTF I'm going home la you want me to go all the way back to staff room. Pass up yourself la. Don't give me bullshit that you don't know the way in the room la, you 4 years at this school already. And you no mouth meh? You can't even ask where this teacher sits? You want to go home, so do I.

Me: You put yourself la.
Her: I don't know where she sits.
Me: She sit at the back there.
Her: Eee, I don't know la. you do for me k Ena please?

No you fuckhead. No. Your face so thick, I already say no you still don't want do yourself? Not paiseh meh?

1. Whoever is going to say this is my job I should do it because I signed up for it , i.e. running errands for irresponsible lazy slimes, passing objects for slimes, then I curse you to have deformed kids and all your balls wither off and fall and you have anal cancer so you can die full of shit as you are right now. THIS IS NOT MY JOB.

2. I know the girl I am bitching about very guai la, very quiet la, but WTH, she guai and quiet and sit in the back so I am expected to serve her la? She quiet means she don't dare go put her own bloody book on the table? She have the rights to order people around because she damn quiet la?

I wouldn't mind so much if not because she doesn't know what's paiseh. Other people in class very nice ok, say please and thank you to Lala and me and don't want to burden us. I wouldn't mind if say, I was walking past your table and you chincai ask me pass book for you cause I'm going there anyway, but you deliberately call me all the way back to pass your book? Your individual book again. Not your whole table's books. Plus she speak to me like I am her Indon maid like that. Bullshit la.

Even Edith and Chai who sits right beside me don't ask me pass up for them. Even when I am passing up mine. Because you know why?
  • They have legs. Plus sit in the front some more.
  • They don't want to impose.
I don't mind my job but I mind when fuckheads like that make me pissed. Sure, just walk a few extra metres, just let her win la right? Yea right. I am assistant monitor not ass. I am fighting for my own right.

You think I'm a lazy whiny bitch too? Small thing also need to complain? I can carry stuff for everyone willingly but when I am ordered this and that, then too much liao. I am assistant, I will help out, but I won't freaking unzip your zipper when you need peeing.

I'm ready for whatever backlash you want to throw at me. "Walao guai girl just ask for your help nia already get scolded in your blog?" First piece of advice, if you don't like what you read, please just exit. You see that small red X on the topmost right corner? Click it and poof, no need read my words anymore.

Well well don't mess with me. Yes I am freaking lazy but as of now I am freaking angry. I don't slack off on my job. Me and Lala share jobs. You might push her around because she's nice, but I'm not. SO you don't get to take advantage of me.

P/s: For those decent people I wasn't blogging about, please don't perasan and start passing up your own books. I know you people not thick-skinned, so I don't mind running odd jobs for you guys. Plus that's my job, collecting books. I am the FeDex guy, I am but I am not the dog who fetches newspapers from door to father's chair because he is too lazy to get up.

P/p/s: If you know who you are while reading this, just say sorry to me and I won't keep any hard feelings. I don't hate you. I even like you. I am just super annoyed by your I-have-the-right-to-boss-people-around-you-owe-me-it attitude. Just apologize, STOP and I will delete this post.

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