The Day I had a Bad Hair Day

I knew my mood was going to be good when I my fringe just would not co-operate with me. The bloody thing just wouldn't lie straight. I resorted to clipping up my hair and entire fringe and even that took effort in looking presentable.

Some people just have a bad hair life I guess.

Having slept at 3 am the night before, I was not only exhausted, I was also angsty. I spent the entire night trying to finish my part on the Moral assignment only to discover that I had done it wrongly and had to reconstruct the entire thing.

Let's not mention the fact that I have not even begun studying for the Moral mid-terms on Saturday and Psycholinguistics quiz on Tuesday. At that very moment, I just wanted to crawl into a hole.

Malaysian Literature, a subject of controversy was first of the day. Before this I had an inner conflict whether to attend this class or not. If I had not, maybe I would not have been so pissed. I could have done correction on the Moral assignment and not be so stressed out now but I had decided what I wanted to do.

I have no idea why Malaysian literature has to be so depressing. The stories are either boring/irrelevant/depressing. I've had a love-hate relationship with the lecturer itself but today, I can say that the scale has tipped dangerously closer to hate than ever.

One thing that I abso-fucking-lutely dislike is getting ignored. If it is done unknowingly, then I wouldn't mind so much but if you know that I am fucking talking to you then you should fucking well acknowledge the fact.

You're a bloody lecturer! Not a student and I don't care if you're new to this subject or if you have a stupid CIPLAK Masters. You're human and I am human and everyone deserves a bit of respect.

Since you obviously don't earn it I won't give it. Don't expect me to answer any of your bloody questions ever again if I know answering would mean you ignoring my answer and diverting your attention to your PRIZED PUPIL who would have given the similar answer to you.

You know, fuck this shit. Go ahead and play your favouritisms and your little games. We've heard stories on how you obviously favour the guys more than the girls. Struggling with issues of being single, aren't you? Well I'm sorry I wasn't born a guy and hence, not worthy of your attention.

You're obviously not going to be getting much respect from me anymore. I've drawn the line and this is how it's going to be.

Till then.