Mat Kool Mat Kool Kawanku...Mari Kita Pergi... MEMANDU!

I dreaded driving class. I hated IDI. The place smells like shit.

So on the first day of my stimulator class, I didn't bring my IC.
And on the first day of my driving class, I didn't bring my L License.

My instructor's name is Mat. ("What, a Malay teacher? I duno how to spik Malay!" was my first reaction.) Actually he's quite nice, patient and clear at points. He made me understand how to whip up the Bukit and Fly right down. For a road-deaf/blind person like me, it's a miracle. Heck i even learnt how to drive ON the ROAd without killing anybody (yet). Isn't this BRILLIANT? And my test is tomorrow! :D


Today was last day of practice so i gave Mat a chocolate bar. We talked and laughed like monkeys. He even let me do night driving. i never knew malaysia had such beatiful night scenery. IT's amazing!

"Esok mesti pas ah. Tak pas saya hentam kamu" says Mat.

Anyway, I've decided that...ppl of the other races are VERY nice and i shouldn't assume that we all are different breeds of apes who eat different bananas.

I can't wait to get my license and leave trackprints everywhere! *rubs hands with glee*

Thanks Mat! You're much nicer than the FIERCE chi-uncle who examined me. HMPH!