I'm bringing sexyback!
Sunday, October 30, 2005
If you think you suck, please don't. 'Coz you haven't heard about the most yaya-papaya, gila-gila, cocky-hocky-pocky, stinking-tinky-winky BASTARD that has ever survived. Serious.
BASTARD this is to you.
Number 1; don't act cute. First you said meet at MRT A. I got down at MRT A and had a really bad bad feeling bout it. And then you called, "I didn't see you." "MRT A?! Oh no! It's MRT B! Sorry x10." Don't act cute. Finally when I got down at MRT B, you smsed "I'll be at STARBUCKS." And so, I reached Starbucks and searched for anyone who's searching for me. Then, I called, "Where?" And you replied, "CAFE CARTEL TABLE NO. 72." that's it. You have ruined your reputation even before I had met you.
Number 2; You made me miss school dance 'coz of your little little nonsensical "urgent" meeting. It was crap.
Number 3; you didn't elaborate on what I am supposed to do. Okay fine, it's partly my fault too 'coz I didn't ask. But you should at least emphasize on the objective and scale of the event. Concert? Party? Show? Say say SAY!
Number 4; if I'm meeting you at 430pm, you HAVE to sms or call me in the morning if you want me to bring stuff from home. "Did you bring your heels?" Hello Mister? Ballet shoes want? "Nope, you didn't tell me to bring." "Well, can you try to get one?" "But where? I'm already outside." "Try lor." Fine, I buy okay. Screw you.
At this point of time, I chose to stay on because I promised to do so.
Number 5; you said "dress like a superstar". What he meant was, dress according to the song. And so, I dressed in white, contemporary-styled, since the songs we had to dance was slow and ballet-like. That BASTARD came in black polo, jeans and a WRIST BAND! Yo-yo-yo! Where the hell are you going? Then he kena by the boss. Well done BASTARD.
Number 6; the boss was super upset by his dressing. He screwed up the first part of the song and the second time we had to go up again, they wanted me to go up alone. NOTE: We were dancing impromptu. I can't even walk properly in heels, what's more, dance in heels. CRAP. And so I obliged. I was thinking about my pay that's why. Besides, it's a party for the unknowns. I don't know them, they don't know me. Being thick-skinned, it's alright for me. And so, I endured three songs. Same tempo, same dance steps, same amount of embarrassment.
At that point of time, I felt like killing myself.
Number 7; be a man! Thinking that it should be his turn to take over since I had already done my share of three songs. It's only fair that we split the amount of work equally between ourselves since we are both getting the same amount of pay. And then this BASTARD, he freaked out. The fourth song had a slightly faster tempo and it's easier to dance to. When the song started.... and then the chorus came, he looked over to me and smiled, "Do you want to go up?" I glared at him, mouthing the word NO. He waited, staring blankly at the singer. Then he looked over again, "So how?" Hello MISTER SON OF A BITCH, I said no! Then he came over, "They said they want you to go up." And I said, "Hello? But I had already danced for three songs. We're supposed to each dance three songs right since we're getting the same amount of pay."
I didn't allow him to stop me.
"Besides, you mentioned the latest we'll be ending is xpm. It's xxxxxxxpm now. By right, I'm off working hours."
"Yes, but you do know that events delay right."
"Okay, I understand that."
But then, you didn't elaborate on my job scope. You didn't mention there're only two dancers - you and me. No preparation, no nothing. I put up with impersonating Marilyn Monroe and you said the boss said I fared poorly. How am I supposed to mingle with the crowd if they're like aliens to me?
"I'M SEVENTEEN BUT YOU CAN'T CHEAT ME!!!!"
That was my last statement.
I rock. My mum will be so proud of me. I never stand up for my rights and people step all over me, and she's always complaining about that, But this is it, I FEEL GOOD!
Thinking I kicked arse last night and that everything will be cool once he transfered my pay (as he promised) to me this morning, I WAS WRONG. I happily went for dance, penniless, and my EZ card penniless too. After lessons, I walked to the MRT to get my card topped out. I happily skipped to the ATM. And my account zero. That SON OF A BITCH. I smsed him,
"You said you will transfer the money to me by this morning."
"You will only receive your pay by tues."
"But I need the money urgently!"
"I'm sorry the boss didn't tell me that she will issued us a cheque instead of cash."
FINE, YOU GOOD.
And then, this message came. "You will only be paid x bucks instead of the xxxbucks cos you screw up the minglin part and u went off halfway."
@!&*$#!!
"Can you give me the boss's assistant number?"
"Give it to you when I'm home, the no is in my the other hp."
It's 3am now.
Did I mention he's touchy?
Thanks Wennie for accompanying me. Help me give him a tight slap if you happen to see him on the streets someday. You rock!
Michelle, you rock too. Thanks for waiting for me and listening to me screaming my lungs out.
I called for help when Kaiwen had to leave. At that time, she didn't realized the gravity of the situation but I could feel it so I insisted on calling someone. Thanks Jared, Min and Yenn for not being free. Ha-ha! Kidding, thanks for the luck! I was searching frantically in my phonebook and I realized I need Cherriann, badly.
I miss you lah! Hurry come back!
I'm done bitching (:
BASTARD this is to you.
Number 1; don't act cute. First you said meet at MRT A. I got down at MRT A and had a really bad bad feeling bout it. And then you called, "I didn't see you." "MRT A?! Oh no! It's MRT B! Sorry x10." Don't act cute. Finally when I got down at MRT B, you smsed "I'll be at STARBUCKS." And so, I reached Starbucks and searched for anyone who's searching for me. Then, I called, "Where?" And you replied, "CAFE CARTEL TABLE NO. 72." that's it. You have ruined your reputation even before I had met you.
Number 2; You made me miss school dance 'coz of your little little nonsensical "urgent" meeting. It was crap.
Number 3; you didn't elaborate on what I am supposed to do. Okay fine, it's partly my fault too 'coz I didn't ask. But you should at least emphasize on the objective and scale of the event. Concert? Party? Show? Say say SAY!
Number 4; if I'm meeting you at 430pm, you HAVE to sms or call me in the morning if you want me to bring stuff from home. "Did you bring your heels?" Hello Mister? Ballet shoes want? "Nope, you didn't tell me to bring." "Well, can you try to get one?" "But where? I'm already outside." "Try lor." Fine, I buy okay. Screw you.
At this point of time, I chose to stay on because I promised to do so.
Number 5; you said "dress like a superstar". What he meant was, dress according to the song. And so, I dressed in white, contemporary-styled, since the songs we had to dance was slow and ballet-like. That BASTARD came in black polo, jeans and a WRIST BAND! Yo-yo-yo! Where the hell are you going? Then he kena by the boss. Well done BASTARD.
Number 6; the boss was super upset by his dressing. He screwed up the first part of the song and the second time we had to go up again, they wanted me to go up alone. NOTE: We were dancing impromptu. I can't even walk properly in heels, what's more, dance in heels. CRAP. And so I obliged. I was thinking about my pay that's why. Besides, it's a party for the unknowns. I don't know them, they don't know me. Being thick-skinned, it's alright for me. And so, I endured three songs. Same tempo, same dance steps, same amount of embarrassment.
At that point of time, I felt like killing myself.
Number 7; be a man! Thinking that it should be his turn to take over since I had already done my share of three songs. It's only fair that we split the amount of work equally between ourselves since we are both getting the same amount of pay. And then this BASTARD, he freaked out. The fourth song had a slightly faster tempo and it's easier to dance to. When the song started.... and then the chorus came, he looked over to me and smiled, "Do you want to go up?" I glared at him, mouthing the word NO. He waited, staring blankly at the singer. Then he looked over again, "So how?" Hello MISTER SON OF A BITCH, I said no! Then he came over, "They said they want you to go up." And I said, "Hello? But I had already danced for three songs. We're supposed to each dance three songs right since we're getting the same amount of pay."
I didn't allow him to stop me.
"Besides, you mentioned the latest we'll be ending is xpm. It's xxxxxxxpm now. By right, I'm off working hours."
"Yes, but you do know that events delay right."
"Okay, I understand that."
But then, you didn't elaborate on my job scope. You didn't mention there're only two dancers - you and me. No preparation, no nothing. I put up with impersonating Marilyn Monroe and you said the boss said I fared poorly. How am I supposed to mingle with the crowd if they're like aliens to me?
"I'M SEVENTEEN BUT YOU CAN'T CHEAT ME!!!!"
That was my last statement.
I rock. My mum will be so proud of me. I never stand up for my rights and people step all over me, and she's always complaining about that, But this is it, I FEEL GOOD!
Thinking I kicked arse last night and that everything will be cool once he transfered my pay (as he promised) to me this morning, I WAS WRONG. I happily went for dance, penniless, and my EZ card penniless too. After lessons, I walked to the MRT to get my card topped out. I happily skipped to the ATM. And my account zero. That SON OF A BITCH. I smsed him,
"You said you will transfer the money to me by this morning."
"You will only receive your pay by tues."
"But I need the money urgently!"
"I'm sorry the boss didn't tell me that she will issued us a cheque instead of cash."
FINE, YOU GOOD.
And then, this message came. "You will only be paid x bucks instead of the xxxbucks cos you screw up the minglin part and u went off halfway."
@!&*$#!!
"Can you give me the boss's assistant number?"
"Give it to you when I'm home, the no is in my the other hp."
It's 3am now.
Did I mention he's touchy?
Thanks Wennie for accompanying me. Help me give him a tight slap if you happen to see him on the streets someday. You rock!
Michelle, you rock too. Thanks for waiting for me and listening to me screaming my lungs out.
I called for help when Kaiwen had to leave. At that time, she didn't realized the gravity of the situation but I could feel it so I insisted on calling someone. Thanks Jared, Min and Yenn for not being free. Ha-ha! Kidding, thanks for the luck! I was searching frantically in my phonebook and I realized I need Cherriann, badly.
I miss you lah! Hurry come back!
I'm done bitching (:
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