It's scary business, I tell you.
Just a few hours ago during my practical driving lesson, I would have run over some pedestrians at a zebra crossing if not for the quick thinking of my instructor and his rapid plunging of the brake pedal.
Halamak.
I mean, shit like that is enough to put anyone off the idea of driving...probably for GOOD.
And what do I get for it?
One subject passed instead of the usual two every lesson.
ONE.
And I pay over $50 bucks per lesson.
50 BUCKS.
"Kiasu Singaporean mode, ACTIVATE!"
You see, my family didn't exactly have silverware in our mouths when we were born. Our financial situation still remains the same as it was 20 years ago, which was so-so.
SO to have shit like that happen to you when all you want is to just get this whole license business over and done with...
It just gets to you sometimes.
And it SOOO doesn't help that it's a gruelling one and a half hours to the school.
Okay okay, the ranting shall stop here. For today.
