Fear, Not You Again !

Guess what?


They really do keep their word.


When they told me that should I decide not to pay, I had to answer to Mr. Rahim, our college FELO and Palapes officer, they totally meant it ! >.<


I received a letter today, from the Jawatankuasa Kebajikan Siswa/i (JAKSA) Kolej Tun Hussein Onn, signed by the Pengarah (Head) of FESSAT 10, and approved by the Principal Kapten Dr. Azahan Awang.


They requested Ms. Lisa Kwan Su Li, resident of K3G 403 to attend a meeting on the 16th of February 2011 (Wednesday) at 9.00pm in the Meeting Room of KTHO.


Apparently, if you do not attend the meeting with Mr. Rahim tomorrow, a JAKSA committee member or FELO would pay you a visit in your room and "berurusan dengan anda" (deal with you).


Well. 


Let's pray I don't burst into tears tomorrow.


Hopefully I'll still be alive to update you on what happened. >.<

Comments

SandraC said…
hope its nothing too serious lah..almost wanna grad d they better not cari pasal man
February 16, 2011 at 8:32 PM
k0k s3n w4i said…
just tell him the shirt design is ugly. whenever i'm asked to pay for anything i don't care about, i simply go "this is stupid and i'm not going to waste my money on stupid shit like this" right in the face of whoever's trying to get cash out of me. works every time :):):)
February 20, 2011 at 4:24 AM
J e n n Y said…
just tell them properly your opinion =)
February 23, 2011 at 11:31 AM
Vince G said…
Sooooo... How did it went? Hope you are fine. :)
February 27, 2011 at 1:46 AM
Liz said…
Thanks guys, for the encouragement AND the suggestions !!! xD

Read the next post and you'll find out how it went :)
February 28, 2011 at 1:36 AM
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