{/Hate Mail
3.24.2008 ( 8:58 PM )
Damnit. Mapapa-blog ako ng wala sa oras.
At the class' last meeting last week, I told you to contact me so we could split the labor for the final paper. I waited and waited. The holy week came and went, still no word from you. I decided to SMS you myself, I never got a reply.
Until this morning, when you asked me if I can do the paper myself because you don't have a PC at home.
What the hell were you thinking? It's supposed to be submitted tomorrow!
I am so seriously pissed off. I have final exams this week. That isn't my only subject, FYI. Plus I have other responsibilities that have due dates as well. Tangina naman oh.
I might have spared you this degree of wrath had you told me earlier. I'll do all the freaking work, okay, but do tell me in advance! Be reasonable! It's due tomorrow, as in freaking tomorrow and you're only telling me today? This isn't some three-page reaction paper, but something much more elaborate, with conceptual and theoretical framework, scope and delimitation, objectives and such. The nerve!
When I asked why you're only telling me now, what'd you say? You were loadless.
Tangina, naiinsulto talaga ko. HOW LAME CAN YOUR EXCUSE GET? Hindi mo man lang pinag-isipan ng mabuti yung alibi mo sakin. Punyeta.
I am so infuriated that smoke would have gushed out of my ears if it could. Were you counting on the fact that we knew each other from high school, you thought that I'd just shrug this off while I'm doing the paper? I'm no f*cking doormat. We were friends, I was expecting more from you! You are one self-centered tactless insensitive parasite. I can't think of anything mean enough to hurt you. Damn.
*breathes*
So I tried to cool myself down and agreed. There will be a time for bitching when all of this is over. So you told me you'd email the content right away. That was around 2:30PM.
It is 9:30PM now, seven hours later, AND THE FREAKING THING STILL ISN'T IN MY MAIL. Will you send it already! Ohmigod, I had no idea such a person could piss me off so much in a day.
Aaargh I HATE YOU SO MUCH.
Grow up, bitch. You are so f*cking inconsiderate.
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