I have a crush..

.. on my Quantitative Methods lecturer. Okay, actually maybe not. It's so difficult, I can't decide if I like her or not. She's a really good lecturer and she makes things clear in class while she's lecturing, but she's kind of anal retentive in class. She gives us quizzes in class and if the paper is not torn exactly right and if you haven't written your name and the subject code exactly right on the paper, she will not accept it, even if you have answered the questions right. If your phone rings in class, she gives you a spelling quiz of words you will never have heard of. If more than two people walk out of class during her lecture instead of during the breaks she gives us, more words to spell. I swear, today was my first lecture with her, the moment she walked in and was on stage, the class went silent. So silent that I swear you would have been able to hear a pin drop on the CARPETED floors of the auditorium! But omigaddd, she's a damn good lecturer.

I cannot stand my Marketing class though. I don't mind the subject, or the lecturer, or the lectures. It's the actually location of my class that just sucks balls. My Marketing class is quite possibly in the coldest fucking auditorium they could find in all of HELP. I swear if I was a man and I had balls, my balls would have frozen and fallen off! During our break in the lecture, Nadia and I went to Subway to get hot milo, and we sat and had a pretty good conversation which I will blog about afterwards.

I'm back in Rawang now. I came back for the night and I'm heading home tomorrow afternoon. I am really glad that I came home because I got to see the best friend, Nadine. She's leaving for Germany tomorrow evening and I won't see her for about three months. I hate when she leaves, because sometimes I just need my best friend and I miss her the most. Thank God for Skype eh? We had dinner at the usual place tonight and we had such a good laugh, I literally lost my breath laughing. I hate goodbyes so I made it a quick "Bye babes, call me on skype. Love you" and then I got out of the car. Somehow I barely ever  cry when saying goodbye to someone I know I won't see for a long time, unless I am actually at the airport with them. I hate airports, unless someone is arriving, or I'm travelling. The hardest goodbyes I've ever had to say is to my best uncle ever, Suresh mama and the even harder goodbye was to Simba. That one broke my heart.

Oh by the way, Simba is in Wales now. He's started his degree there. I got to Skype with him his first few days there and he seems so happy. I cried the moment I saw him on my screen. I had to hold back my tears so bad. Simba does that to me. On my birthday last year, he called me, all the way from FRIKKIN AFRICA. I mean, like really? Who else would do that for me? Who else loves me that much? Only Simba, only Simba. Of course I burst out in tears the moment I heard his voice that day. Oh man, fuck it! How could you have left Simba! :( I need you back here for so many things. I swear, the moment I can afford my own ticket to anywhere, I will fly wherever you are to see you, even for the shortest while. Hell, I'll even go to frikkin Africa for you. But I'm proud that you're all the way in Wales and I just know that you're going to do so fucking well there. Do us all proud Sim.

Ohmagadd. How did a post about my lovely lecturer become a post about Simba?  o__O

I had to hold the tears in, in this pictures. xx