Communications With Mr J.

Here are the events that transpired on
the sixth night of third week.


22/01/05
2130 Hrs.
First communication.

"Hello..."

Reply:
"Yep?"

22/01/05
2133hrs
Second Communication.

"Nothing... Stupid 'Miss A' threaten me..."

Reply:

"What did she threaten you with?"

22/01/05
2136hrs
Third Communication

"She wants to chop off my head..."

Reply:
"Chop off you head?"

22/01/05
2138hrs
Fourth Communication

"To ask me to sms u and u got reply... damn girl."

Reply:

"And you listened to her?"

22/01/05
2141hrs
Fifth Communication

"Dun blame of lor... she started it..."

Reply:

"And you listened to her? Don't you have a mind of you own?"
"What did she threaten you with?"

22/01/05
2213hrs
Sixth,
Seventh Communication
"She is a 'chicken'... sell at gerlang..."

"She love u..."

Reply:

"Now why do you say that?"

22/01/05
2217hrs
Eight Communication

"She curse me..."

Reply:

"Like?"

22/01/05
2218hrs
Ninth Communication

"Like just now you said..."

Reply:

"Accusing you of homosexuality? What would push her to say that?"

------End Transmission------

Author's note: Chicken here specifically means prostitute, while gerlang actually
refers to a place known as Geylang, famous for good food.
Especially tofu and chickens.


Post Script: This actually happened. None of it is fiction. You see how completely
stupid and what a waste of my time the people in my school environment are.
Some editing has been done for the sake of privacy and coherence, don't ask my
where. Names have been changed.

Of course, the bloody faggot, here referred to as Mr J. Never got back to me,
fucking spineless cunt. Waste of my time.
Communications with Ms A, the other side of the coin, will be out shortly.

Have a good laugh.