music to my ears aretha franklin - everybody's somebody's fool
i cant believe i got Mr.sms-a-alot as my instructor again.
i dont even have to pay the fixed instructor fee man.
i
hate him!
he bloody gets into the car for 5-freakin-mins and he whips out his 7650
and SMS-es!
damnit.
i
know i can at least pass 2 or 2 and a half lessons each time,
but no,
Mr. sms-a-lot only concentrates on his sms-ing and he teaches(if i can call it that) the same thing for the longest time.
like,
you know how ure so sleepy u subconciously repeat urself?
the pace at which u repeat yourself, that is.
he made me go back and forth(literally) for nearly an hour between poles.
dumb-ass.
its a total waste of my $58.80!
heres how much i detest him:
mr. sms-a-lot: when's your next lesson?
me: tomorrow.
mr. sms-a-lot: tomorrow again? same time?
me: yes, but it'll be late afternoon tmr.
mr. sms-a-lot: oooh. (pauses) then it probably wont be me lah! so late. off already. (nervous laughter)
me(smiling): oh, alright.
me(secretly thinking): oh,
THANK GOD!
and,
OWWWW.
i bloody limped to the driving centre and back.
had to make a trip down to CP to get newspaper somemore.
ARGH.
inflammation,
fuck.
and mr. sms-a-lot asks why my braking is so bad today.
because my left feet is in-fuckin'-pain and i cant really move it thats why.
i think u can tell im not in the best of moods today.
pain irks me.
sometimes.