MizAnoi Story Mory Again

I know how mengumpat can contribute to a more negative vibration to my day but, hear me please on what has occurred yesterday between me and MizAnoi. After the MD announced the sad news on Monday, the office was like in the solemn place. So did her, I saw. (so did I).

Yesterday I saw she was sad too. Then on the way to surau for my zuhur prayer, (the only day I prayed Zuhur that early), she was talking to Bada in her room. I stopped by and asked.

Me: Eh… are you okay today?
MizAnoi: Okay what. Why shouldn’t I be okay? Why are you asking me on why shouldn’t I be okay? (eyes lurking, smiling cynically, crossing her both arms)
Me: Tak de lah saja tanya, don’t see that you are okay today.
MizAnoi: I’m okay what. Why??! Why do you think I should not be okay?!!
Me: (still refusing to be concerned of her cynical smile) Period, is it?
MizAnoi: I’m always period what. 365 days.
Me: (boiling up water and pour over that cynical face of hers!) Tak de lah, saja, I was just trying to be polite… (then walked away for my Zuhur)

Bloody rude!
Damn kurang hajar!
Disrespectful young lady. More like a young whore, she sounds like, I think.
And I will fucking get her one day!!
(Whoa, the best part of my English is finally gotten to be used)

Pigsy pussy is just refusing to be one polite girl. I was innocently asking whether her mind was still disturbed of what the MD has announced and that was what I got?!! Just couldn’t believe what was I hearing!

Then, from the information I gathered, she was actually pissed of with us not inviting her to JB for the operation meeting. Oaaa… operation meeting at Kapar, operation meeting at Manjung, nobody made a big deal out of it. No bodies actually care to join in the operation team. This time, when it is at JB, where people could fly to go to, everybody was like masam here and there, feeling neglected. Puh-leazeeee…

Edina was right after all. Do not mend the broken friendship with the chicken-shit arrogant women. Tak pa yah nak buat buat baik, tanya khabar and what nots. Don’t be bothered with them.

Thing is with these arrogant bitches, they think that the power of friendship is in their hands. It’s up to them to talk to you one day, and not to talk to you the other day, and talk to you again should they need your help. These people held their heads and noses upright, chose their friends by skin, color, wallet size and language spoken. Their friends must be prepared to be ignored when time comes and be a help whenever needed.

But can you really work in an office with a person and not talking instead?