Monday, January 14, 2008

Sign in the Box

A good friend of mine, best known for taking credit of other people’s work and giving out random bursts of profound wisdom; the likes of which no normal unintoxicated person would’ve thought of – often unexpectedly shouts out the very slogan of this blog: LIFE IS GREAT... and it’s true! So I don’t stop him.

The first time I failed my driver’s test I made a diary entry that went a bit like, "Everything sucks... blah, blah." The second time I failed it was more "Ya, it happened again whatever."

The third time, however, was today. Today I saw Muhammad with Fatima on the road and wondered out loud like the psycho patient I am whether he’ll notice that my hair was pulled back to an obscene amount and realise I’m off to Waltloo Testing Station. Yip, I was one of those people who didn’t tell anyone about the test even though they asked over and over again. Anyway, the rest of the day went driving the same routes until I saw good ol’ Philemon come out of that Apartheid style building with my sister. Remember him, Thohira? Yes, the very same one - EXACTLY as you had described.

Philemon failed both of us. Let’s not get into a post mortem about the test. Needless to say, I bitterly regretted making fun of Philemon all through second and third year for Thohira’s sake. :(

So no, I didn’t get to sign in the box. And no, I’m not particularly fond of signing in boxes either. What’s the point really?

SO. Is life still great?