Lovely Saturday

Since its a lovely Saturday.
Let me spoil it all by blogging about this bitch.

She yelled at me.
She screamed at me.
She slammed the phone down on me.

With the above three points.
She is now officially a bitch. Nothing more, nothing less.

You bet I am pissed to the max.
Firstly, she was at fault, she didn't read her emails properly. Secondly, she is Malaysian. And there is just one thing I cannot tolerate, that is a Malaysian with an attitude and yelling at me, and slamming the phone down on me.

Die bitch. Burn and die.

After she slammed the bloody phone down on me.
I dumbly stared at the phone for quite awhile in shock.
HOW CAN SHE?
I fumed. I heaved. I fumed.
She is afterall Malaysian.

YES, I admit, I look down on Malaysian girls. I despise them. I hate them.

I hate the fact that they flock to Singapore to work, and to earn more money.
Although it is something admirable.
But I hate their Malaysian-accented chinese.
Although it is tough for them to go to another country to work.
I still hate their Malaysian-accented chinese.

I hate the fact that 90% flock to Singapore in hopes of landing themselves with a Singaporean guy.
So they can convert and be a Singapore PR.
Firstly, however you convert, you will still be a second class citizen.
Secondly, there are already lesser males than females in Singapore. And you still have to flock over and fight with us for the males in Singapore.
Thirdly, this induced demand would only make the Singaporean guys really cocky, and inflate their already enormous ego.
Finally, love is not all about money.

But I doubt they see it that way.

Anyhow, I have digressed.
I am just really really very happy about being shouted at by a Malaysian girl.
Fine, you have more experienced in sewing clothes.
Big f*cking deal.
Fine, you think you know more than me.
Big f*cking deal.
Fine, you think just because I am slow in my Mandarin, you can bully me.
Big f*cking deal.
Fine, you think you can mama me by telling me some mama tale you can bully me.
Big f*cking deal.

Because I am not that stupid. Though I am slower when it comes to chinese.
I made calls, I asked around to make sure my facts are right.
Before I lash back at her via email (where it is definitely in ENGLISH), and I made sure I copied the mail relevant parties.
Let me tell you. I was THIS close to copying that particular email to your Vice President.

And I went round my office complaining about your lousy attitude.
Look here Malaysian bitch.
I am your buyer. Even though I am just an assistant, I am still your buyer.
Don't you give me attitude.
Because I can and will be nasty to you.
I can and will make your life very miserable.
In case you think you are smart.
Think again.
Because you made the stupidest mistake in history by messing with me.
Welcome to Nightmare on Trixyy street.
Where the day is as dark as night.

-loud evil laugh-

Did I fail to mention that I am part Singaporean?
My dad's from Malaysia.
Oh well.
But I don't work in a factory, and my chinese is not Malaysian-accented.
Though I go to Malacca once a year to recharge my Malaysian roots.
I like too delude myself and think I am a pure blood.
I mean, I am a pure blood.