Tuesday, March 13, 2007
the pebble i picked up did its magic. (and i really appreciated all who wished me luck yar :) )
I PASSED!! :D :D :D (mom just told me maybe i can try driving to school tomorrow. COOL.)
it's still pretty unbelievable, since I started out commiting a whole series of dumb mistakes, like (DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE INTENDING TO LET ME DRIVE YOU AROUND. because you just might change your mind after. ha.)
trying to drive forward in reverse gear, almost turning into a crank course (the wrong way round somemore) when the tester wanted me to parallel-park, stubbornly believed that the motorbike was coming way too fast and refused to move out. all these happened in less than two minutes into the test.
so, it was no wonder that I really believed that i had failed, and almost wanted to just give up and stop being polite (i've never said so many "okay!" in an half hour.) to the tester who was going out of his way to being mean. (He kept sighing VERY loudly, and tsk-ing at every single thing i did. extremely discouraging.) but there was this little, really little though, voice that bleated "Just keep up with that i'm-so-damn-nice-you've-got-to-pass-me front! there's still a glimmer of hope left, till you mount up some kerb or flip on your side!"and so, very fortunately, i didn't lose it and dao-ed the tester. miracles do happen after all! -looks blessed.
The tester's bark proved to be worse than his bite, thankfully.
Thought i'll save on tears this time, but the photographer still made me cry in the end. i felt a bit stupid though, too drama-mama to cry over someone walking with a bad limp. i guess it was because he was so nice and smiley during the shoot, that it didn't occur to me that everytime he stood up, he had to pull himself up using his arm. okay, that didn't make sense, but just that he seemed so normal. Until he stood up to get himself more coffee, and he started limping (mind you, it wasn't a slight limp.) to the canteen. i just saddened myself silly, looking over at his jovial smile, taking photos of all the would-be drivers, and perhaps knowing fully well that he could never ever drive with his bad leg.
but if he's not feeling sorry for himself, then i really shouldnt hur.
anyway, we had to watch a video where a woman with speech problems related how her husband died when their car swerved wildly and threw them both into a canal. wiped those smiles off us fast.
but only for a while.
I PASSED!! :D :D :D (mom just told me maybe i can try driving to school tomorrow. COOL.)
it's still pretty unbelievable, since I started out commiting a whole series of dumb mistakes, like (DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE INTENDING TO LET ME DRIVE YOU AROUND. because you just might change your mind after. ha.)
trying to drive forward in reverse gear, almost turning into a crank course (the wrong way round somemore) when the tester wanted me to parallel-park, stubbornly believed that the motorbike was coming way too fast and refused to move out. all these happened in less than two minutes into the test.
so, it was no wonder that I really believed that i had failed, and almost wanted to just give up and stop being polite (i've never said so many "okay!" in an half hour.) to the tester who was going out of his way to being mean. (He kept sighing VERY loudly, and tsk-ing at every single thing i did. extremely discouraging.) but there was this little, really little though, voice that bleated "Just keep up with that i'm-so-damn-nice-you've-got-to-pass-me front! there's still a glimmer of hope left, till you mount up some kerb or flip on your side!"and so, very fortunately, i didn't lose it and dao-ed the tester. miracles do happen after all! -looks blessed.
The tester's bark proved to be worse than his bite, thankfully.
Thought i'll save on tears this time, but the photographer still made me cry in the end. i felt a bit stupid though, too drama-mama to cry over someone walking with a bad limp. i guess it was because he was so nice and smiley during the shoot, that it didn't occur to me that everytime he stood up, he had to pull himself up using his arm. okay, that didn't make sense, but just that he seemed so normal. Until he stood up to get himself more coffee, and he started limping (mind you, it wasn't a slight limp.) to the canteen. i just saddened myself silly, looking over at his jovial smile, taking photos of all the would-be drivers, and perhaps knowing fully well that he could never ever drive with his bad leg.
but if he's not feeling sorry for himself, then i really shouldnt hur.
anyway, we had to watch a video where a woman with speech problems related how her husband died when their car swerved wildly and threw them both into a canal. wiped those smiles off us fast.
but only for a while.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 11:56 PM.
