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When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
Pain is inevitable, but misery is optional.

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Sunday, October 5, 2008

I'm so disgusted by the way this fucking asshole acted.
He is way too over, HUMILIATING my assistant manager.
Repeating many times he'll sue us, for the delay of his phone for only 10 fucking days, and not changing his cosmetic when he said he wouldnt pay.
What a fucking son of the bitch he is.
He literally screamed across, announcing to the world, my assistant manager and his name. Trying to make him embarrassed which failed. Instead making him look like a clown.
Saying fuck you to my assistant, and provoking my assistant manager to punch him, purposely asking which country he is from/ china.
Like GROW UP sucker,
already like 30 or 40 odd years old PLUS YOU'RE DAMN UGLY!!!!!
Watch out for the retribution coming to your way.
&PLEASE, dont act big here.
LIKE HELLO? your fucking phone is just a N81, NOT EVEN N81 8G, and not mentioning a PREMIUM PHONE. Dont make a joke out of yourself.
Have money to find lawyer sue us, dont have money to buy another phone or premium phone? THE BEST JOKE EVER.
Still keep threatening that he'll call the media, New Paper, Today to come over. If you're big shot, do you even need to Q up to get your fucking phone, or you'll ask ur servants to do so. I think you're just a loser that is seeking badly for attention that you could get from us. If you didnt notice, other customers are already paranoid for you making just a big fuss about NOTHING, and wasting their precious time unlike yours. You are just a irksome idiot fucker that ought to be disgraceful of your childish and senseless behaviour.
Hearing my assistant manager get reprimanded until so jialat made me felt like crying. ._. But it's true.
The worst customer ever that is so unreasonable and inconsiderate. Just a moron that is wasting our natural resources.

Next come this old uncle that came back saying that i should be responsible. I was fucking angry as i did showed him it can be charged.
In the end, THE PHONE CAN BE CHARGED.
He was like freaking scolding me in the beginning, and when i started rebutting him, being more fierce then him, noticeable he was shocked and started to talk politely. He told me he cabbed down, and i made him so troublesome.
I rebutted using eugene's line.
Me: I never ask you to take cab down what. You can take bus, can take mrt what.
Him: My house there no mrt, they building now.
Me: But this is not our problem.
Feel bad talking loudly to an old man, BUT HE ACCUSED ME FIRST.
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay