officially a learner :)

hah! rejoice! I have now officially passed the first step to getting my driver's licence. Note to self: caffeine and sugar on an empty stomach = bad. very bad.

Imagine my horror when upon having to choose a test time about a week ago, I was presented with the choice of any time between 9 to 10.40 am! good god. Obviously I chose the latest time. Nevertheless, having to drag myself out of bed at 9.30 in the morning for that long, dreary walk in equally miserable weather to vicroads was quite frankly one of the most gargantuan achievements I have ever accomplished in my young life. Braving extreme hunger (as a result of having no breakfast for almost three years, probably) and tiredness, wind and rain, I arrived early, where upon taking a seat I discovered I was the only one not frantically poring over the road rules book. What to do? Obviously, resort to devious kaypoh tactics which involved discreetly eavesdropping on driving instructors blurting last-minute tips to students. Which in actual fact, did help immensely with my test! Oh, the wonders of kaypohness! It's times like this when I'm truly proud of being Malaysian. :)

Racing through the thing in a record fifteen minutes, it was a long, nerve-wracking wait until I finally got handed the results, but it was worth it - 97%. Considering the fact that I had only skimmed through the book the night before, that was much more than I could have asked for, yet it does not make up for the excruciatingly bad picture that's currently adorning the front of my learner's permit. At 11 in the morning, what do you expect??

Never underestimate the tardiness of vicroads. Although the entire process seemed efficient enough, I was late to my 12 o clock lecture, which thankfully was being delayed by one of those event announcement thingies. It didn't help that I stopped over at Starbucks, but it was empty and I was almost fainting of starvation (despite having one of the hugest chinese dinners of my life the night before). Ahem. Let me then take this opportunity, my friends, to say that delicious as whipped cream and white chocolate mocha coffee is, it is NOT GOOD. Halfway through the lecture I was suddenly seized by the spasmic claws of an extremely bad stomach ache. It was so bad that I had to leap from my seat to dash to the bathroom. Thank God I was sitting at the edge of one of the back rows. I do believe however that my sudden and loud departure in the middle of the lecturer's explanation of compounded interest has left a permanent impression of my view of quantitative methods in the minds of every student currently undertaking it this semester. And talk about never learning my lesson - when I got back, I started drinking my coffee again and yes...sigh...another stomachache. However, I bore it out until the end of the lecture and interestingly, the moment I stood up it actually became bearable. In fact, the farther away I got from uni, the better it got. Hmmmmm.

And that is the tale of my morning. I have just finished frantically tipping off two of my friends who are at this moment hightailing it to vicroads to sit for their tests. And I am so hungry. Till later.