Final Hurdle

Thanks to the grace of the Lord, I amazingly managed to kill 4 giants last week----parking, height estimation, lashing (some sort like using ropes to tie down a crate), and my dreaded HSP test on my 3rd attempt(advanced theory in civilian world).

My driving assessment, however, (as usual)was not a pleasant experience. I broke the record by scoring 4 major faults and 28 demerit points. (which is waaay above the passing grade of no major fault and 11 pts!) I think I have made every single possible mistake a driver can make; you name it, I've done it. List includes: mounting kerb, fail to cancel signal, crash poles, stop on yellow box, cause a traffic jam etc...

My instructor agreed to let the tester kill me. Whatever. I am contemplating whether to stay an additional 3 more weeks in that camp or just push my way to a pass. If I chose the latter, I will probably hit the expressway on Friday-Saturday, which is the only event that I looked forward to. All cars should be made auto. It makes driving less of a bitch.

ComEx

Held at Suntec Convention Hall, which I rushed down after an exhilirating game of DoTa. Met Eddie and proceeded to the jam-packed place. The floor was strewn with leaflets promoting the latest sale of digital goods.

Wandered around aimlessly as I am not an avid techie. :). Ivan joined us later. Still, throngs of people in one place make me feel sick. Managed to buy a game of CS:Condition zero at an ultra cheap price of $25. Other than that, I was unpersuaded by any mouse, laptop or mp3 player.

I find ComEx similar to shopping. Perhaps the former is endurance training for any shopping sprees in the future. See, guys shop very differently from girls. For eg. Finding a blue dress. Guys will basically zero in at every floor, scan every corner until they find a blue dress. End of story. Girls, on the other hand, have AMAZING stamina. They can shop until the cows come home. So what was originally just a simple blue dress, might end up as a wardrobe of clothes. (which includes a red, pink, purple and so on colours). The men don't get it, from one credit card. -.-'

Semblance of Sanity

Trying to maintain whatever semblance of sanity I have in the camp. It's pure mental anguish to endure 7 hrs with my instructor every week. Thankfully, I have my previous signal platoon with me, if not I would have probably gone mad days ago.

I dare say if I place a flower pot with me for driving, the flower would wilt by the next day. Have to grit my teeth which almost bit through my tongue every lesson; the stupid organisation makes it that we, the lowest lifeform in Singapore, cannot argue back but reply meekly, "yes...yes sir..."

No. 1 Rule: If you sense that you are about to be screwed by your boss/teacher/instructor/senior NEVER ever reveal that you are from RJ. Always say some other JC, like you are from XCJC or ZJC. So that all you will hear is, "Wah...you from blah blah JC oso like that ah". I only have this blog to vent my frustrations, so if you find it too naggy, im sorry. Bottled up feelings may lead me to be a psychopath one day.

Every night, after this intense period of anger and fear, I would probably think about the past which is futile but I still do anyway. Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if I had listened to Raymond and not given the rose to the Desert Rose.Both the Desert Rose and Hotseat seem to be illusions to me now; ethereal beauty I must sadly say.

SMS: Dad and Mom:"How r u doing? everything fine?"
"Im ok. dun worry." which is a blatant lie, but I don't want them to worry unnecessary. I resolved to get through it and emerged stronger. I would never want to touch foot at the accursed place ever again after these 5 weeks. On to happier stuffs.