That bangala.

My driving instructor is not very happy with me.
Not happy at all.
I very nearly knock down a bangla today.

BUT, it AIN'T my fault lor.
The green man wasn't even flashing. It's RED
But that stupid bangla still decides to dash across the road, at that very crucial time, when I am turning right.
I am NOT good at turning right. So if you catch me turning right, please stay FAR away from my car.
I nearly knock that stupid bangla down.
After I cleared that traffic light, my driving instructor said, "you know, you must stop? You have to stop, when there's SOMEONE walking across, you HAVE TO STOP! Cannot like that you know?!"

He was furious.
I know. Because thereafter, he stopped talking to me.
And kept repeating after himself.
"When I tell you to do what, YOU MUST DO, UNDERSTAND?"

I think I am going to drop driving lessons.
It's sucking money from my bank and pissing me off.

I need sleep more than I need to drive.

And I have to wake up at 6am tomorrow, all because I got a stupid conference call to San Fran at 8am in the morning.
UNFAIR TREATMENT OK?
I haven't yet muster the courage to ask if going early means I get to go off early, because everyone's working late.
Everyone but me.

Boy oh boy.
I am already looking forward to the weekend.
That HUGE kickass monitor is haunting me in my sleep ALREADY.
Help me.

You know.
I wish the papers will STOP reporting about James Gomez.
His face ain't Jay Chou good looking, but yet, I see it day-after-day. To the extent, I feel so turned-off by the Straits Times. Because all I do read and see is James Gomez. As one of the many young Singaporeans (who don't really give 2 hoots about politics), I've been force-fed the entire James Gomez affair via Straits Times and the daily news.
WHAT?
Nothing else to report during this few weeks?
No terror attacks in wherever?
No robbery lately?
No murder cases to solve?
No hanging of 1st degree murderers?

Nothing meh?
Nothing of importance?
Nothing to surpass James Gomez?

I am sick of his face, and his name.
Give me Dick Cheney anytime.
(well, at least the name's funny)