Epic Fail

Bad luck. Bad bad.
The message I got from the driving school told me my test was 10-12.
So, I set my alarm to 9am. I wake up at 9.10am. And get a phone call telling me I'm freaking late and have to go double time. So I go asap.

Reach there and hear the ceramah and shit.

Wait for half and hour. Did bukit. Pass.

Did 3-step movement thing. Pass.

Did reverse parking. Pass.

Got the forms filled up. Sat on the bench for another half an hour. Maybe an hour. I don't know.

Curses. 2nd piece of bad luck.
I get route B. The hardest route. Fuck.

Got into the car. Adjusted seat, adjusted mirrors. Freed gear. check wipers, signal lights. OK. blah blah blah.

I never missed a signal. My gear shifts were good. In fact, the whole ride went smoother than expected.

I breath one fucking long sigh of relief as I'm driving down the last stretch of road. Slow down to turn right into the driving school. signal light. OK. awesome. Even the instructor has already begun to write me off as a pass. Then from the driving school, this piece of shit motorbike zooms out just as I'm turning in. Now that's just not fair. It's clearly written BERHENTI outside the when you're coming out of the driving school. Doesn't that mean the motorbike has to stop and look if there are cars?

And because of that fcking piece of shit motorbike. We pull up and the tester is all 'ooh I nearly passed you but you fucked up on that last run'.
And I'm like, 'ok, whatever, are you a racist by the way? I'm just asking, really are you? No, great. Then why don't you pass my brown my ass. No? You sure? Ok, maybe after I go follow you home and ****** your ******** family. That sound ok?'

I actually just said ok, whatever.

Thank you Allah/God/Darwin/Buddha/Karma or who/whatever owns this fucking universe. You fucking rock.