i passed

driving self-prep

oh god. oh god. oh god.

i just remembered.

my driving test is 8 hours away.

oh god i think i'll fail.

my main problem: my sense of direction sucks.

Jalan C, Jalan G, Jalan F,

meaningless to my stupid brain.

which is the one where i turn left?

oh god. i don't remember.

when i don't know where i have to go,

i forget to signal,

i forget to slow down,

i brake abruptly,

i freaking ask,

i don't look where i'm supposed to look.

four mistakes, and i'm out.

i think i can make a lot.

and today, i think my engine died

three times.

once in the middle of town.

die lah die.

okay. pause. calm down.

let's visualise.

C - turn left, and turn left at that tight three-way corner you use to go to school through. go to wherever. as long as you go pass the hospital. turn into the road on the way to Convent. turn left at the traffic lights. then just go straight pass the High Court. then you're rosy.

G - like C, turn left. at the tight three-way corner, go straight. traffic lights, turn left pass prison zebra crossing. at that stupid place full of trees, when you see the zoo signboard, turn right. pass New Club. careful of that bloody place where you have to stop although there aint no stop sign. go pass TMGS. go to that freaking place with construction barriers. then, i dunno. it's town already. turn at Bee Poh, i think? i dunno. as long as you get back to Lake Gardens.

F - turn right. this road is easy. bla the bla. you should pass War Cemetary, that place with sharp turn, narrow road, lots of cars. er. i don't remember. after some time, will reach the prison traffic lights. left. zebra crossing. go to town. left. left. High Court. done.

wow. that was so helpful.

in short. 

C - hospital, Convent. 

G - New Club, TMGS. 

F - Left and a little bit of town.

remember:

signal!

change from 1 - 2 - 3 quickly

get clutch ready in town. never know when to brake.

change to 1st gear immediately after stopping

get the Bukit maneuvre ready at slightly sloping stops

don't get lost

taking a breather

There! I've posted the paper-stuff I need to post! Phew! Glad it's over. I think I did a passable job, so no worries on my part. Thanks KayJay for your help. Couldn't have done it without you. Thanks Ron for the IntSupp revelation. Thanks Bugger for distracting me.

And especially, thanks to my partner-in-crime for your very very special letter :) you may disagree, but I think it is absolutely awesome! I owe you a million. When I read it, I have this crazy urge to read the Blue Book with you again, like how we used to in school. Haih.. The good old days..

Now to start writing my essays...

total mood change

Be honest. My red glasses are extremely lala and she (yes, it's a she) screams "give me attention!". Right? Right. All of you just kept that opinion to yourselves because I was so obviously infatuated with her. I still am! I still think she's cool in a crazy no-one-in-their-right-mind-will-ever-buy-this kinda way. But when I stare at her long enough, she does look very lala and pretentious. Amy, my dear roomie, if you ever read this, I bet you'd agree :P

My red glasses are so eye-catching. Friends who see me wearing her for the first time insist I take her off so that they can see. And when they see, there is this expression of wtf-i-would-never-be-caught-dead-in-these kinda look on their faces. Which was one of the reasons i bought her :D yes my red glasses are cool! In a daring lala kind of way.

So why am I talking about my red glasses 5 months after I bought her?

Because I bought another pair :D :D :D

YESH I AM MATERIALISTIC. SUE ME.

So, the new pair of glasses... Hmmm..

He's very different from her. Black, with a hint of chrome. Half-frame. Sleek. Understated. Solid. Balanced.

And yes. Nerdy.

Oooooh I like him. If I see any guy wearing him, I'd be smitten for sure. Because any guy wearing him will look like a nerd. A hot nerd. Which is cool :D of course, I phail in the Hot Department but I definitely look nerdy. Which is good whenever I want to pwn people into thinking I'm smart :P

Forgive me my hiau-ness. I am sadly deprived of craziness and horniness, my ground state of being.

another rant

how can anyone be so stupid? don't you check what you put inside an envelope you're going to mail? are you blind? oh wait. i think i know. you were busy playing your stupid cat-bowling-toddler-worthy game, weren't you? you were concentrating on getting a strike while you chuck documents that happen to be instrumental in other people's hopes and dreams. but they're not your hopes and dreams, aren't they? you hope to get a turkey for your stupid bowling game. you dream of getting laid by that guy in your photo frame. you don't freaking care. that piece of paper is worthless to you. so you don't bother checking the bloody envelope.

i went all the way to KL for that piece of paper. 3 hours journey. petrol. toll. and precious precious time. i went there a day earlier, so that i can get there in time.

and when i go there 20 minutes before lunch break, you're already out.

i come back 3 hours later, there you are. sleeping on your desk. i wake you up. i ask you nicely for my piece of paper. you hand me a file and told me to look for it. i looked. it wasn't there.

'Kalau takde, takde lah." you said. and turned to your computer. i thought you were going to check some records or something. but no. you start playing your mindless bowling game.

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

i refuse to deal with you, bitch. give me your superior's number. i told you. politely. of course you had to give me her number. i was polite. but trust me. in my head, i wanted to bang your head on your fucking keyboard until your sutures surrender.

your superior came. she, at least, bothered to check her records. i did file for my paper. it was signed and ready. but it's not there. wtf happened to it then? your superior made you search your table. i helped you turn it upside down. it's still not there. and even with your superior there, looking up and down your desk, you didn't turn off your computer. there it was, proudly displayed to the world, your score for cat bowling.

fine. i attempt plan B. asked how to get another piece of paper. consulted your superior. formed a plan. but after what i went through, i seriously doubt the way you do your job. if you can lose it once, you can lose it again. but i have no choice. plan B then.

the harrowing experience wore me thin. i was close to breaking down. i went back to the car and snapped at my parents. shouldn't have done that. my fault everybody got mad. but i was frustrated. i needed an outlet. and i really didn't need the nagging.

when i finally found time alone, i called a dear friend. genius came up with plan C. and even managed to make me laugh. thank you. thank you so much.

i went back home. 3 hour's journey. and what do you know? i got a text saying that my piece of paper got posted to Johore. WTF? Jo-bloody-hor? you freaking posted my precious piece of paper to Johore? all the way south as geographically far away from where i am as possible?

i hate this.