FREAKING MAD...

Disclaimer: This post contains strong language, and doesn't display me at my best. Please refrain from reading this if you feel strongly about profanities/vulgarities etc.

This is it...the final straw...I think I've had it with this shit of a tuition kid.

The fucker calls me on Wednesday night to say that he cannot make it for my Thursday afternoon class. This is because his father is supposedly arriving early in Singapore (Thursday, instead of the previously said Friday). After a slightly heated debate with the fucker (hey, I mean he interrupted me during Hairspray, so yeah..I was miffed), I called his guardian to confirm whether or not his father was REALLY coming to Singapore at all. Apparently, there was a lot of miscommunication, and she couldn't confirm with me one bit. So in the end, he said that the only time he had for class was Sunday. Of course, we were still talking about Thursday's class yeah? So, I said, sure thing, Sunday, 2pm it is then.

Now...this is what happened next. I was getting ready for my class with him today (yes, there was another class today, Saturday, which was not mentioned). So since we did not discuss it, I am right to assume that there was no change to that timing. I even sent him an SMS on Thursday, stating that our remaining classes for the rest of the week, would be on Sat (11-1) and Sun (2-4). This fucker, then has the cheek to message me (like 30mins ago), to CHECK whether I was coming for class. And then he adamantly insists that I should have understood that today's class was included in the 'discussion' we had on Wednesday night.

His argument was totally NOT LOGICAL, and he even had the audacity to call me 'STUPID' for not understanding that he meant to include Saturday's class into our 'discussion' as well!

I'm going down for my class with him tmr, and since his father will be there as well, I will gladly DESTROY him. EVERYTHING about him will be torn to shreds, and I will make sure that he DIES (unfortunately, not LITERALLY). How can a person be soooo UNMOTIVATED? I don't even understand.

When I have the time, I shall be reflective and contemplate which parts of him, in me, I really hate, then I can do some self-improvement as well. As for now, I've pretty much had it with this bastard, and I don't think I want to have anything to do with him anymore.

I think I will call Mrs Soh to complain a bit. Sigh...