Hate Mail

Dear Lecturer,

I understand that lately, you've been under a lot of pressure, and that this is probably the reason why you often snap at me or shoot sarky retorts at my questions in class. However, I'd highly recommend that you pop a bunch of pills and pull that stick out of your you-know-where before I lose it and shove my fist so far down your throat I'd be holding your liver.

Granted, my snide remarks about your inability to get a girlfriend (or is it boyfriend?) may have jilted you initially, but understand that as a student, I'm prone to mistakes. You on the other hand, you 28-year-old jackass, ought to snap out of it - especially since I've been trying extra hard to be nice to you these past weeks.

And before you go off about how "some people are being fake because I have to write your testimonial", I'd like to point out that as a mature individual (which is more than I can say for you), I have no need to kiss up. I'm pretty damn secure in my university placement, thank you very much. If it's so hard to sign a piece of paper indicating I do all your work -which I do, unlike some of your faved students- then don't. I'll get someone else to then. Because if you think I spent all this while kissing up to solely you, you are sadly mistaken.

Have a great holiday!

XOXO,
Nickolai

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Ok, I didn't actually hit 'Send' on that email and throw my fists up in the air triumphantly after; I decided that the fictional audience of this blog would enjoy my ranting more. (Don't lie..) Somehow, the urge to tell said lecturer off was overshadowed by the fear of being expelled. I'll admit it, it's cowardly. And if being assertive is beyond me, I'll just have to settle for being bitchy.

A 6km Cab Ride Does Not Cost RM15!

Exams are over! Guess who got an A in math *winks*. Sadly, it's probably the only A I'm getting this semester. I should learn from this experience and grow, but I'd rather just whine about it for a bit. Don't agree? Well, too bad, this is my rant and there's nothing you can do about it!

After the final paper (Econs, and oh hawt damn did I mess that one up big time), I took a cab down to Pavillion in KL to meet up with a friend for her birthday. Only, it wasn't Pavillion we were supposed to meet at but instead The Curve. Blissfully unaware of this fact, I wandered the entire mall looking for Italianies where we were supposed to meet. While walking however, I did manage to accomplish a few things; behold my powers of multitasking/observation!

1. Bought a gift for a friend's birthday party on Saturday.

2. Noticed that the entire gay population of Malaysia must've been at Pavillion that day. Everywhere, and I'm not just talking about the cosmetic stores, but EVERYWHERE there were men with handbags, fluorescent mesh tops and hair styles that would make Marilyn Manson blush.

3. Found out that there really is no Italianies at Pavillion.

4. Called up Sarah. She's still living in debate euphoria with back-to-back tournaments. (Sigh.. at least some of us are living it up.)

5. Worked off at least 2kg. My jeans have never been more loose than they are today! There's always a silver lining.. =D

Since I inevitably had to accept that Pavillion did not have an Italianies (thank God or I'd have been waiting there like a douche) I called up Bel to see if I had got the restaurant all screwed and nearly had a stroke when she told me they were in Damansara.

(On that note, I'd probably never see her again, [I hope] but I'd like to apologise to the mother who glared at me as I mouthed off over the phone. Yes, I dropped the big one, the F _ _ _ word in front of toddlers. Not my brightest moment, but you have done it too if it were you! Ironically, Lily's post could not have been better timed. Look below as for why I had to either cuss or start ripping heads off. Really, I chose the lesser of the two evils.)

In any case, I found myself minutes later sitting in the backseat of a cab heading back to Damansara. Total cab fees for the night..*drumroll*.. RM64. Apparently, taxi drivers here aren't big on the 'gaji halal' concept and decided ripping poor me off was perfectly fine. Honestly, I don't care what time it was, a 6km cab ride does not cost RM15!

(For the benefit of my non-existent non-Malay speaking readers, gaji halal translates to earnest earnings)

Arriving The Curve, I made a beeline for Italianies and ignoring the 'there there' look half the table was giving me, ordered a Pina Colada. Normally, I wouldn't condone drinking on an empty stomach, but heck, after that ordeal I deserve a little R&R! Fellow dinner mates were smart enough not to say anything. After all, I did mention the head ripping notions I had..

Sidebar: I've never been to The Curve before and the atmosphere was pretty awesome. We must hang out there sometime!

In any case, I'm about to pass out from exhaustion. Exams are over and the party's just beginning! But I've learnt an important lesson today though.

I just wish I hadn't had those shots tequila so I could remember it..

Cheers!

Miss you people! I wanna hang outttttt...!!!!!! xo