Ah, here comes the intro, which I have to replace over and over again if my blogskin is changed. So let this be the last time I mention my name is J-J-JASMINC. The day I stuff myself with cake is on OH 4 JANUARY. Going through the painest years of my life dealing with teachers and homework, TERRIFYING THIRTEEN. :)
*Everything, PROUDLY & OBVIOUSLY MADE BY AWESOMESTMAVIS ON 3RD NOV'10!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010 @ 11:30 PM
HEYYY! :D Today, went to school at 10.30 for Maths Supp. After that, went to T1 with Qixian, Nicole, EeTing and JiaMin. Nicole and the rest went to get their tickets for their movie. They watched Shrek Forever After. Qixian and I watched already so yea, we went to CHALLENGER! :D There, problems arose. But not between friends and I. Its an Indian man and his supervisor. Such a fhucking idiot. At challenger, this fhucking asshole (supervisor) hit his worker (the indian man). The Indian man was basically climbing up the ladder to clean the aircon and that asshole went to hit the Indian man. Fhuck you. I feel like hitting him. Then we went home. I went to 7-eleven near my house and I saw them there. This time, he was too much. He hit the Indian man and used hot water to pour on the Indian man's shoes. I can't stand it and went to confront him. I said many things that I felt proud of. " Ehy Uncle, who are you to bully him uh? Don't you think you are too much? He is a human too, why are you treating him like a dog?" He said, because Indian men are stuppid and smelly, don't know how to work. So I said, " Who are you to comment on that? So what if he is from India? Isn't he human? People are poor, that's why they come here to work right? Why are you making problems for them? If you know how to do it, go up and show him, why talk so much and hit him when YOU yourself don't do it? It's too much. The way you treat him. Think, would you like it if you were being treated like a dog?" He felt ashamed cause there were many people there so he walked off. The Indian man thanked me and said that asshole was his supervisor and that he came from India to Singapore just to make a living. He said he had no money and so, had to tolerate with his abuse. He needs money. Such a poor thing right? So, my remaining pocket money for this week was given to him. $25. I don't think my parents could ever scold me for that. After much persuasion, he accepted the money. I wonder if the Indian man will still continue working for this ass. Anyway, he told me that he is called Iman or something :D I made a new friend(: LOLS, okay byebye:D