2月29日，女人告白日。男人千万不可拒绝女人告白哦！哈哈哈！
废话。我这个健忘鬼讲讲讲讲到哪儿去了？呸！讲到告白去？唉，我的桃花缘还未敲上我的心灵大门呢！还有，多几个月又要收拾心情读书，告什么白？
好啦好啦，我没有向谁告白啦。人家告白，我考车！
经过十个小时的练车后，我就要考车了！算起来，我这考车也拖了蛮久，因为二月毕竟是考车旺季啊。其实，我没什么担心考车，因为爸爸以前曾在家充当教练教车，在住宅区附近兜兜。（坏家伙你竟敢知法犯法？！）不过，说到Parking就足够把我吓坏。我成天不是弯车弯不够就是撞栏杆，现在考车，不知能不能过关呢？
早上7时半，Uncle就准时载我和一位朋友一同考车。不过，到达那儿时柜台前已经排长龙，幸好我的编号不算太后面。不过，越是早考，我的心跳加速，我，能过关吗？不及格了，考过还要多付RM120，简直不舍啊！
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!
考官罗嗦地向我们解释考试篇章后，就考车了。我等，我慢慢地等。我一边看别人考车，一边画画（不玩手机游戏，怕眼睛痛！我近视加起来是超过1000度的咯。），偶尔还和朋友聊天。
"Nombor Tujuh"我？我觉得忐忑不安。Parking啊！幸好，我爬山时能爬得过（虽然是出头了点），Parking也能顺利过关！谢天谢地！
考路上驾驶咯。轮到我的时候，我由一位中等身材又年轻马来考官监考。他只是向我微笑，让我做启程时应该做的事（调整位子、检查车灯等等）。下斜坡时，我猛踩着刹车器，缓缓启程。下山时，我正要换牙，结果。。。。。。
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...
不难明白吧？
考官二话不说，就在我的考试表格上狠狠地打了一个大叉，然后叫我下车。不瞒你说，我不及格啦！:(
那考官就马上把我驾回驾驶学院，好像要把我带去见阎罗王似的。我很伤心，emo了一下，然后告诉妈妈，我驾车驾不过关。幸好妈妈没有骂我，她安慰我，叫我以后小心一些就是，不可放弃。
唉，我的兼职计划泡汤了，没得赚钱反而要赔钱，对不起爸爸妈妈！
以后，我一定要多踩刹车器，慢吞吞地驾驶，起码比Fail好嘛。3月19号，我来也！下不为例！
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!!!)
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