The ultimate license you need approved before you obtain your driving license is:
The License of Patience
Seriously.
On Saturday, I went for the 5 hour talk. Waited and waited until I can practically rot with all the maggots before we actually attended the freaking talk at 10 am. That's not the case, we actually finished in 3 hours because the computer wasn't working. The last 2 hours was just practically dosing and chilling out. Most of us were tired, so we slept and some of us listened to our mp3s.
Another license for Patience is when this guy started challenging the authorities because he came in 3/4 pants and sandals and a round-neck collar t-shirt. The first thing uttered from his mouth: "I am a 28-year-old doctor. I have no time for this." Yea yea whatever. So what if you're a doctor, what more, an ill-tempered one?? So if you're doing a surgery are you gonna stop and tell your head surgeon when he is about to brief you about the surgery... [quote] "I am a 28-year-old doctor. I have no time for this"??
And when he lost in his argument, he said "I am a grown up man. If you have anything to say to me, say it to my face, you don't have to intimidate me by calling the authorities to tell me off." Then behave like a grown up man!!! Just be a little humble, apologise and appeal to their better nature to let you stay on for the talk!!! And look who is intimidating who. Stop using your freaking profession as a doctor as an excuse, expecting people to fall on their knees, beg for your forgiveness and allow you to stay on. And he goes on with his pompous bragging: "In all my 7 years in Australia there is no such thing as this. We wear what we want." Dude, dressing up properly is not about what you want, it is about the respect that you have for the person holding the talk. Seriously, DUDE!!!
The next thing I know is he, a DOCTOR, is smoking after lunch. What a great doctor you are, dude. Keep up the good work of killing your lungs and yourself faster so that the world will be rid of a doctor like you.
Because of this episode, the whole class was so tensed up and we have to tolerate him. And he wasted a lot of time. And the lady after that didn't have the mood to give the talk anymore. What a spoil sport. So much of patience wasted on this.
At the end of the day I was so worn out that I slept like an unmovable stone. And my mom woke up a million years sleeping dragon for dinner.
Sunday was church. I sat on the same row with that beautiful eccentric lady again. She did metallic this time. Metalic [thank God] wedges with metallic bangles and earings and handbag. And I smiled to her this time. What a friendly lady. Oh, not to mention, the message was awesome!! I'll have it in the next post if I feel like typing it.
Another lady mistook me for my sister again. Pfft. Damnations.
And after that, we went home bout 1 something. And after lunch, I had a nap. A one hour nap only and later I woke up to help my mom with the present wrappings which took 2 hours and then got ready to go for the party.
The party, was a total bore. I helped serve the food and all that and after that it was carolling. Kinda fun with the orphans. And after that I helped clean up the entire place. Poor auntie Margaret, the curry spilled all over her boot. Lol. She's quite a cool driver you see.
I was dead tired on Monday. And I can't stop cursing while I was studying the stupid Undang thingy. I was cursing on Sunday night as well until I finally gave way and went to sleep. Ah, the bliss of sleep. Dee-dah!!!
Today, I decided to go for the Undang Test. Gotta drag the dragon out of her bed. [Yes, even I have to drag myself up. I know this doesn't sound right] And I reached there at 8.10 am. I was kinda glad because there were only about 4 people before me. The next thing I know is, the minute I sat down on the chair, a whole exodus of human bodies came swarming up the place.
And guess what. I had to wait for ALL of them to do their tests first. They booked their place already. !@#>@##!@#!@#
I sat there like an idiot for 2 and 1/2 hours. Can practically grow roots there and probably grow a perfect beard, although I'm a girl. I did 2 books of the undang questions. Which means 1000 questions. Yes, call me crazy. That's what people do when they are crazed with boredom. By the time my turn came, I felt like my whole head has turned white from all the ageing. And the freaking computer can't read my thumb print.
And I finished the test in 25 minutes including checking it over twice. Why didn't they just let me go first?? What's the difference if they were to just slot one superbrain in?? [cheh wah, stop flattering yourself] And I got full marks!!! But they couldn't print my results after that. Urgh. For half an hour.
I'm going for the 6 hour talk tomorrow. Wish me luck. I need all the luck to prevent me from reducing myself to tears and begging on my knees to let me go and still give me the freaking certificate so that I can freaking start driving lessons and take the test after chinese new year.
I tell you, my life really sucks. Even more with my mom nagging:
"Debble arr, you wanna die arr?? So young already got such terribly dark shades over your eyes. You look worse than a panda"
Debble: [begging] Please ma, DON'T boil any of your herbal chicken soups. Plain ones will do. Thank you, thank you. [cross my fingers]
I shall go and snooze now and prepare for another long day tomorrow. Not to mention, I'm going for my youth camp on thursday. Aigh. Debble, lose weight fast, lose weight fast!!
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