I know it. I have not updated my diary for a considerably long time!
February 29 is a day which is believed to be specially for girls to express their love to their loved ones. boys, no rejection! Ha ha.
Crap. What am I talking, no, but mumbling and crapping for now? I seem to have lost my train of thought. Dating? Oh, the great Cupid is yet to knock onto the door to my soul. I will be back to the studying frenzy and get acquainted with rims of examination papers, gargantuan amount of reference books, and heaps of assignments. Tell me, is there any excuse for me to DATE?
Okay, okay. Anyway, I do not date or get acquainted with Prince Charming or whatsoever. In fact, I sat for virtually the test of my life (after months of rest and play and nothing productive)-the DRIVING EXAMINATIONS after 10 hours of furious practice!
Looking back, I realize that my driving test has actually being delayed for long. February was the peak period for driving tests to sum it all up. Agony was yet to bring me down, as I have practised driving at home with my dad apart from the driving lessons conducted in the driving school, prior to the test.Around my neighbourhood that is (which actually scared my neighbours out of their wits!) (You have went against the law Sharon... Bad girl...)
Nevertheless, parking has always proved to be my Achilles's heel since I first began to reach my hands on the steering and my feet on the clutch, fuel and brake. Either I did not make an angle large enough for turning the vehicle, or I would end up running into the poles instead. Can I actually pass?
At half past seven in the morning, my driving instructor (I call him as "Uncle") came punctually and took a friend and me for the examination. Despite being early, we were greeted with a notoriously long queue. I was fortunate as I was not placed way too behind in the queue . The earlier is the candidate, the sooner his or her turn. My heart thumped furiously in fear. Can I pass? Fail and I would have to pay an extra, handsome amount of RM120, and I do not want to pay for that!
After the JPJ officer cum invigilator gave a brief yet quite boring prep talk, the driving examination began. I waited and waited impatiently yet calmly. While waiting, I watched the other fellow candidates and scribbled some drawings into my notebook. (I did not play any games on the cellphone; my eyes will hurt) Occasionally I had a chat with my friends, simply to kill boredom before it crept over my brain.
"Nombor Tujuh" (Seven) Me? I was anxious and worried. PARKING!!! Fortunately, I managed to do the hill-crossing, parking and triple turn well!
It was the driving session soon after that. A medium-figured and young Malay officer was my invigilator during my turn. He gave a slight smile and said no more while I checked everything in the car (the mirrors, lights, adjusting the seats...) Going down the slope slowly yet precariously, with me applying brakes all the time, the test began. As I changed the gear...
You understand it.
The officer said no more and made a large cross at the form with no slightest hint of mercy. I was ordered to get off the car... Obviously, I FAILED... :( He drove me back to the driving school at a speed that was so fast that I felt like he was bringing me to Hell. Sadness dawned on me as I broke the bad news to my mother. Fortunately, she did not reprimand me even at the least; she consoled me gently to try again.
Instead of looking for a part-time job, I ended up paying more! Sorry pa and ma...
I am going to brake the car furiously next time and drive extremely slowly. At least, driving slowly is way better than failing the test. Better luck next time! (19 March!!!)