I know mant people would probably be scratching their heads on why am i apologizing but that's just the way i am..
Seriously, I'm really feeling buggered by a certain Malay moron who is stalking me. The bastard is obvious in his "exploits". I mean, just because i'm in the same group with that fellow TWICE does not equate me into being his WIFE. Plus, it wasn't my choice in the first place to be "hooked up" with him, thank you very much.
Maybe it's because of the couple project we did in the third week of sem? Puh-LEEZE! Get a life dammit! He totally galled me in there because he was a sleeping, no, SNORING member. Let me illustrate to you what an ass he is.
Incident #1:
He didn't do a single thing to help in the presentation using the lamest excuse of "oh, I'm sick. I need to go to the clinic" 2 MINUTES before our meeting. Best part was that I had been down with influenza, was spitting dark green phelgm for a whole bloody week (hadn't had the leisurely time to go to the clinic) and I was planning to go the clinic AFTER the meeting. That my friend, was at 2.30pm. He said, "please wait for awhile. I'll be there shortly" RIIIIIIIIIIGGHHHTTT...
He came at 4.30 pm. 2 hours is such a "short" wait.
Hey, I'm supposed to be the female around here!
*Ahem* Then the sucker cames in and had the guts to ask me, "So, what have you found?" What the ****?! It's not like the bloody presentation was given the day before, you ass. It was given out a whole friggin' week ago! Anyhow, i showed him all the stuff I got (nontheless very P.O.) and the fellow just says "just print everything out" and WALKS AWAY. Like my two hours can be refunded. @%*#*!!
The next day for our presentation, he came in late and didn't even bother to get the notes from me. Am I supposed to purposely go to his seat and give to him? Hell, no way. Especially if Mr. Muccho* thinks he's my BF or something. Two seconds before the presentation, the sucker comes up to me in a pompous voice saying "why didn't you give the notes to me?" My answer? "Since when it's my job to give it to you? You are the one who is supposed to find me."
Muccho* - Fat man who thinks he's Mr. Universe.
TEN pages worth of notes I gave to him(without the comparisons, of course. Why should i help a sleazebag?) and after his pathetic two minute presentation, he THROWS the notes at me and virtually shouted at me in class "you expect me to present with such few notes?"
TEN PAGES= SUCH FEW NOTES. What kind of logic/equation is that? I only had 3 pages worth and I did a better job!It's called preparation, no? Sucker then tries to suck up by saying "oh, i think you did a great job there." Y'think?!
Reply to suckeriffic sucker: "That's obvious because I found all the infomation AND printed out the stuff. By the way, you owe me 2 bucks for the printing" Which he grudgingly paid.
Incident #2:
Field Trip. Sucker can't go. Messages me to inform the lect. (Uh, why can't he just message the lect himself? Everyone has the lect's number!) Naturally, I didn't message him back. Then he made 7 calls and at least 20 messages on the thing.
HELLO. . YOU KNOW THAT'S THE PURPOSE OF THE FIELD TRIP. IT'S CALLED AN INTERVIEW CUM COUNSELLING. Why would I want to bother myself with a loser?
NOTE TO ALL:
When you text anyone "Please inform XXX about XXXX.", there's a cardinal rule.
THE PERSON IS NOT REQUIRED TO TEXT YOU BACK!
Next week he saw me, he asked me in a saccharin sweet way, "did you tell the lect?"
"I did. And you were disturbing my interview the entire way. One message was already enough."
"Why didn't you message me to inform me?"
"Was there a need to?"
"I sent you so many messages and called you so many times.."
"Then, you should have gotten the message."
"But that's a lot of money spent"
"That's your problem. Not mine." *and i walk away*
Ever since then he stalks me whenever he can. Thank God he's not in my course or I'll be vomitting blood. He follows me like a dog whenever he can. To the library, cafeteria, cybercafe. Lucky for him, he hadn't got the guts to go to my residential college because if he does I will disable his vital organ. Just last week he stood behind me in the cybercafe and read my mails for half an hour. I had been wondering what was the person beside me doing illegally because she kept looking behind her nervously.
UNTIL I read a joke and the bastard exclaims "Why are you laughing? That wasn't even funny."
****!! "Bugger off! This is my private mail!" He actually MADE A SOUR FACE!!!
Is he demented or WHAT??
