today was a combination of ups and downs.

high: uncle's wedding (good food, great fun!)

low: practical driving test failure (44 fuckin' demerit points :@ )

seeing my uncle getting married at the tender age of 24 years old was surreal. i still call him "boy-boy" by the way. to me, he'll always seem like how he was, say, a decade ago, when we were all still kids and innocently playing hide-and-seek/ catching together. haha! impossible mans. right now i still can't quite bring myself to believe that he's a married man.

and it seems so weird that i'm gonna become school mates (and possibly hostel neighbours) with my other young uncle in a matter of 3 months. we were laughing about what's gonna happen then. like huh, we're so gonna meet each other in school and go "yo yo!" like old pals and maybe pop by each other's room to kapok foodie. haha. and i am, technically speaking, his baby niece? (yes, he still thinks i'm small.) weird huh.

anyways, bizzare thoughts aside,

i. failed. my. driving. test.

i don't know whether to blame the super neow/ strict/ no-nonsense/ anal ex-traffic policeman of a tester, the cock-ups during the warm-up, my own incapability, or...

wells, ya know, i just gotta point the finger at someone or something! heh.

and this nagging suspicion forming at the back of my mind happens to be growing stronger by the minute.

ah, i know! the culprit who caused the unintended demise of my wretched driving career, is non other than - *drumroll* -

vincent kwan ma good o' neighbour who turned up unexpectedly below my house with some good o' jamaican rum at 2 am - just a few hours before my driving test (which was scheduled to commence at blardy 8 am.) wtf.

i was woken up by the relentless ringing of my cell phone, and unwillingly (as usual), i hadta drag myself outta bed, purple gorilla in hand, and go meet the sad soul lest he commits suicide or something if i didn't offer a generous listening ear.

i ended up dozing off on da playground slide after some booze-ing as he told his tale atop a lady bug. my only replies were cynical snorts i suppose haha. (couldn't help it!) aiyar as far as i'm concerned, guys shouldn't whine so much. wokays and i admit that i am not much help at all when it comes to these things.

after being termed "heartless"/"cold-blooded"/"hard-hearted"/"emotionless", i was sent back home by a further saddened vincey, only to despairingly find my own sleep time shortened by 3 hours.

which explains my poor performance/ incessant yawning throughout the entire test today.

another example to prove the saying "being kind does not pay" right.