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한국어: 미안해요 华语: 白日做梦 This is a fun little 'pet-project' of a schoolgirl where she goes on to vent her feelings, thoughts and views, write, and babble on about nonesense that goes about her usual life. |
Info  If you've found this blog, then chances are great that you know me. I'm just a regular asian schoolgirl, and there's nothing out of the ordinary with me. But alongside that, I am a violinist, an artist, a model, a travel enthusiast, and a web designer. I love many things such as: my culture, foreign languages, books, stuffed animals, the rain, and animals. In the same breath, I dislike a few things. These few would consist of: homework, cold weather, milk, heights and crowded beaches. I also have my share of hopes and dreams alongside everyone else.
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Wednesday, August 13, 20089:38 AM
Rude Phone Calls  Fact: I don't like being verbally attacked over the phone.You know lady, you better not set foot in front of my face again. Because you're a coward hiding behind a blocked number, and a rude bitch. Yeah, that right, usually I hold my anger enough as to not curse someone out online, but today, you get to be a special exception. Next time don’t hide behind a blocked number, next time, bitch, come and say that to my face and hope you don’t get cussed out in multiple languages by a minor. Heh, you really angered me lady. All I’m doing is my stupid job. I’m picking up the phone and answering your questions. So you ask me how much a color and a cut is. I answer your damn question. And then you go onto say “Well, this might be rude of me to say, but the past three times I called, you’ve given me different answers. The first time you said –insert-. The second time you said –insert- and the third time you said –insert-. And now you’re telling me this?! Yesterday my girlfriend went there for a color and a cut and it cost her ninety dollars because she kept saying ‘it’s going to be extra for this, and extra for this and this’. I’m absolutely disgusted –blahblahblah- You better get your prices together, because I don’t think I’m ever coming back here, and neither is my girlfriend because this is just outrageous.” And then, you hung up. I try to get you to talk to my manager but noooo, you just keep ranting. You’re lucky I’m not rude and didn’t hang up on you, because I totally should have. And that girlfriend of yours? Bitch, she was fucking happy as hell yesterday after she got her hair done. She happily handed me her freaking hunk of plastic of a credit card. So, greatly irked by your rudeness, I told my manager, my father. And he told me just to be kind and ask you to come in and talk to the manager if you ever call again. And that’s what I tried to do, but you kept interrupting me. I think I want to curse you to hell for the moment. I hope you burn in the firey depths along with whoever has done me wrong. And I can’t forgive you because I don’t know who you are. For the moment I don’t want to forgive you. Maybe this seems out of the line, but I curse your whole family at this moment in time. My anger will subside soon, but for the moment, you’re burning in hell. I’m not God, so it won’t be exactly confirmed down there. But remember, you can’t get into heaven unless you’re ‘pure’. So bitch, you better not ever cross my path, because if you do, you're in a world of trouble, and if you ever want to verbally attack someone, attack someone else alright because I could get you in a load of trouble for harassment. So what if I'm a scornful teen. Learn some manners bitch. Thank you, and come again. ---- |
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