I Don't Flame People

So anyway, there was this retard today who really pissed me off when I was driving to my mom's office.

There was a long queue at this particular traffic light.

Ok, time to let your imagination do some work. Imagine a normal-sized road, double lanes on both directions. And there is a small alleyway perpendicular to this road, and another alleyway across the road.

I'm a rather cautious (and sometimes chicken-ish) driver, so I usually stop with quite a lot of space between me and the car in front. Not really much space for a vehicle to squeeze through, but space nonetheless.

So this idiot van driver who came out from the alleyway thought he could squeeze through and be on his way, while we were all waiting for the light to turn green.

The piece of shit drove in front of me, inched through, and guess what? He got stuck. Because cars were still coming from the other direction, and he couldn't get past to the other alleyway. So he remained there, right in front of my vehicle.

What an idiot. He had the gall to gesture and glare at me, as though I was the one who was at fault. The stupid monkey was the one la! His little alleyway wasn't worthy of getting the large yellow box to let people know they should stop outside it, so he was the one who should have stopped! And even if I wasn't supposed to stop there, hell, would it kill him to be patient and wait in the alleyway till both sides of the road was clear, since the way was pretty much blocked already?

My temper flared and I gestured back, sweeping my hands back and forth at him and making slashing motions to show him that he should not have come out. I mimed yelling at him (to tell the truth, I was mad enough to yell, but it'd be a waste of energy), calling him 'stupid' and 'you-don't-know-how-to-wait-ah-you-r-tard", but since he's a pathetic life-form, I doubt he'd understand anyway even if I were yelling the words in his face.

I slammed the horn in his face, and so did the fellas behind me. The stupid driver managed to get out of my way later, only for me to see that I'd missed the green light.

At least my car wasn't damaged.

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The Accounting lecturer at Kampar decided that the best time for an Accounting test would be on a Saturday, at 4.30 p.m to 5.30 p.m.

The timing is damn inconvenient for my family. But exam. Haih.

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I really like Ms. Angeline, my Business Accounting II lecturer. She's like...the only lectuerer we have who has a real sense of humor (which means making us laugh with her, instead of just her laughing at her own jokes).

She joked about the lecturer Appraisal System in UTAR, where "one bad comment from one silly student" might be all it takes to damage her career. Such as a former student of hers who complained that she 'nagged a lot, and talked a lot of nonsense'. LOL

She said she noticed that those intending to give bad comments are usually the majority of the students who've given comment, cause they're eager for revenge. Hahahaha.

She even told us to write good stuff about her, and if we intend to write bad stuff, she asked us to 'give face'.

Then, onto another topic altogether, she said her boss once told her to be careful in job interviews. When the interviewer asks 'What's 1 + 1?', the answer may not be 2, especially for accountants.

The proper answer, she said, would be 'It depends on what you want to see'. Cause accountants can manipulate figures and stuff, to make the company look more profitable, or lacking funds in order to gain loans etc. She knows a lot of tricks that accountants can perform (she was one herself in the past)

Seems like it can be quite fun to be an accountant. LOL.