| Sunday, January 22, 2006 |
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My eyes opened up to the noisome rings of the alarm clock.I climbed off the bed and darted towards its wooden perch,shutting it off,then proceeding back to my salvation.Ah,the silky sheets of that worn,old comforter;the flocculent texture of my pillow.It was only about 10 minutes later that I realised,I had to get up.Glancing drowsily at my watch,"Half past 7,"I thought.Taking a few moments to register what just went through my optic nerves,I reluctantly threw myself off the bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.Today was in fact,my first day at driving school.And where all future drivers began,I too followed in their footsteps by venturing off into the Safety Driving School next to Armada Hotel for a seminar on "Kurikulum Pendidikan Pemandu".From what I heard from almost the entire world,the seminars held were always rife with prosaic speeches and harangue from unknown teachers from an unknown background.Unfortunately one was not allowed to skip this particular seminar for reasons unknown,probably a way to make more money off of helpless student drivers like me.I was dropped off at the driving school at around 8.45am and straightaway was ushered to a counter where I presented my application form and a copy of my identification card,not knowing what I was to be doing or why I was doing it. The lady behind the counter swiped the form from my hands and urged me to put my thumb on some scanning contraption.I servilely obeyed and pressed my thumb against the transparent device that she was holding.After a minute she presented me with a blank piece of plastic that had the same gilded layering as the modern Malaysian identity card.Staring at her blankly,I walked off and was again invited into a classroom just a few steps down the corridor.The room was actually nothing more than a cabin made of thin asbestos walls,supported by a lone pillar in the middle of the room.An indescribable trepidation grew inside me as I ambled further down the room to get a seat that was reasonably far enough from the lecturer's table.A fair amount of foreigners attended the seminar,some hailing from countries such as Australia,Canada,the United States,India and the Phillipines.When everyone was settled the lecturer stepped in,cracking some pretty facetious jokes that were not at all amusing or particularly entertaining.He was garrulous to the bone,always talking and talking and talking.As the seminar wore on he started sharing his own life experiences with us,clearly trying his best to keep the seminar from becoming a nonsensical waste of time.It might have worked if I was ten but at that point he was 8 years too late. 5 agonising hours later the seminar finally came to an end.A dark man came into the room to take our attendance,calling each of our names one by one whilst we responded in kind.We were later allowed to leave the room and had to line up at the counter again.This time they asked us for our blank plastic cards and slotted it into the card reader,again urging us to put our thumbs on the scanner.Apparently that was one of their fool-proof methods of ensuring that we actually sat through the entire seminar.We then scheduled our exam dates and that was it.I could not have thought of a better way to waste my precious time on a Sunday,the end of the weekend.Tomorrow will be the beginning of a new week and more headaches are sure to come.Until then. |
| Jin Han 5:33 PM |
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Jin loves brownies, cookies and cake. Jin has never been anywhere further than Australia. Jin could never stop being a sadistic, sarcastic meanie. Jin is also the opposite of everything said one line up when the need arises. Jin would rather have a desktop rather than a laptop. Jin has an obsessive, compulsive need to ramble, blabber and regurgitate all manner of nonsense. Jin hates being ignored by the people he loves. Jin hates being alone most of the time. Jin hates reflecting about his actions. It's taxing. Jin has a habit of thinking too much. Jin often doesn't see the glass as half-empty or half-full.He just sees the glass. To some, Jin is weird; to others, Jin is even weirder. Jin wants nothing more than to be happy. Rich would be a big plus though. Jin is pretty tired of referring himself in the third person's perspective. |
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Being apart from my sayang. Seeing animals get tortured. Seeing people get hurt. Losing what's important to me. Sluggish internet connections. Bittergourds and zombies. |
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