Probationary no more

This is what a typical Management tutorial class looks like (all snapped on a sunny Monday earlier this week).

First, we have students reading Chinese newspapers wide in the open.

Next, students who laugh and chatter among themselves.

Playing with their handphone or SMSing.

Take a much-needed nap.

When thy neighbour is sleeping, turn around and talk away about everything under the sun save for Management.

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My family is currently housing a thief wtf – not the metaphorical thief that steals people’s hearts (wtf so corny), but the real defining meaning of a person that takes things that doesn’t belong to them.

It’s my youngest brother, Brandon. The fact that he has Down Syndrome doesn’t deter him from managing to find away to steal.. a CAMERA!!! After interrogating him of the act, we found out that he slipped the camera into a cardboard box and placed another cupboard box on top of the camera to keep it hidden wtf.

But fret not my fellow friends, if you are agitated over this little incident, because it was merely a Kodak film camera that costs probably next to nothing these days, and it was stolen from Giant.

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I went early yesterday morning to JPJ at PJ State with Shawn and his father, because both of our driving licenses expired and we weren’t allowed to drive. After braving the early morning dilemma of not wanting to wake up especially when it was raining, and a massive traffic jam all the way to PJ, we finally reached the office concerned and was surprised to find it relatively empty.

The entire experience was slightly marred by the fact that I didn’t bring a passport-sized photo of myself – honestly all such photos on my IC and my P license weren’t exactly alluring – that I thought of going to the nearby camera shop to capture an elder, wiser me in the flesh. (I could go to the camera shop behind my house the night before, but this arrangement to go to JPJ was quite last minute that the camera shop had already closed by then.)

In the end, had to trouble Uncle Koh to ferry me around to search for a camera shop that was open at 10am. Amcorp Mall seems to be lacking these sorta shops as they only open at 11am, so in the end we went to the main towncentre and found a single, tiny shop that seems to fit the bill.

We went back to JPJ to find Shawn already obtained his new driving license, and I took my queue number, which was only 4 numbers away from the current one. About 30 seconds later it was already my turn wtf, cause more than 5 counters were open. The kakak at the counter was kind and motherly and even took time to make some small chat while processing my new driving license.

In the end, it only took about 3 minutes for them to print the license out with my new photo in it. Damn efficient wei, probably the fastest government service I’ve ever encountered and we soon left the place for A&W for lunch.

NYAHAHA NO MORE PROBATIONARY LICENSE NYAHAHAHA. This is like the most casual ‘formal’ photo I’ve ever taken – the photographer asked me to lift up my tee higher so that the black string of my necklace could not be seen, but I couldn’t do so you can still see it haha.