This is a short post, coz I'm still feeling lazy.
I'm kinda in a rush to master driving skills recently so that I can successfully obtain my driving license before I leave for Singapore at the end of January. Someone asked, why are you even bothering to get a license if you're leaving anyway? Well, that's a good question. I suppose it's to get one thing off my mind? Plus, after getting a license, there's this two-year period where you cannot be involved in accidents, or you'll have to take the test once more. Given that I won't be here, problem solved~
Wait, I didn't mention anything about Singapore previously, right? Well, that deserves a post on its own. Anyway, I attended this compulsory 6-hour course on related laws and theory yesterday. (FYI, to obtain a license you have to first attend one of those courses, take the theory exam, learn how to drive, pass the mock test, then only the actual driving test.)
It was... horrible. Like I wasted 6 hours of my life. If you count the time taken for transport and all, that will be 9 hours in total. Not that I'll do anything productive at home (Hey, at least I have finished sorting through all my used reference books!) but yeah. The whole institute was crowded with post-SPM students. Did I mention that I hate crowded places? Well, I just did. Basically, I went there looking forward to 6 hours of sleep, or something like that. I guess I forgot, once more, to mention that talks and speeches of any kind are my bane -- I can hardly sit through any without losing consciousness.
Unfortunately, that was not the case, albeit what my friends who have been there told me. Apparently, the authorities decided that they really hate us, to the extent that they installed CCTVs to check on us. A few days ago, some kids were caught sleeping on tape, and the whole class ended up having to retake the course. Welp. Naturally, the instructors were on full alert mode. Sigh.
So yeah, there goes 6 hours of boredom.
p.s. Guys are weird. Like real weird. Some guy decided to go against the rules and not wear a collared shirt, despite the fact that he did bring one in his bag. It's not like he's oblivious to the fact that we are supposed to do so, or else he wouldn't have brought one, right? He ended up getting shooed by the instructor. Guess what he did? Sneak back again while the instructor wasn't looking, before finallly deciding to change. Oh well.
p.p.s. Won't be blogging this week as I'm traveling to KL with friends, woohoo~
