Kawan.

Trials in a week, taking a nap at 12am everyday with 2 minutes snooze ends up in waking at 9am. Twitter craze everyday. Tweet even when you shit, tweet even when you find someone with someone new.


A lot has happened recently and I realised that you're nothing when you don't even have proper friends. You may have a graze or choke on a biscuit or something and you have your hordes of friends concerning over you but some may fall into a drain and get bruises everywhere but only your hi-bye friends express concern for you out of politeness.


Being super smart doesn't necessarily bring you a lot of friends. Okay maybe you have but what do they do with you? Talk about studies? Your circle of friends would be only limited to your classmates. They would be busy studying everyday and you never have friends who,

goes on picnics with you..


or go for fish spa..


or doing........



I'm not referring as a whole, only an individual.


So what if you have the monetary means? Does it make you happy by having more than what others have and showing it off? Do you even have someone you can turn to when you have problems? Sure, you have your parents, but can they replace the role of a confiding friend? Sometimes I look at you, I don't know whether I sympathise with you or what.


I'm extremely glad I'm not in your situation as I have my friends I can turn to and I don't know what I'd do without them.

Lulus Lulus Lulus!

Super mad hyperventilated even more a day before the test. Had practice one day before the test. Came back home, still worried shit and decided to skip tuition. Nobody was at home, laid on the couch and tearing by myself. Couldn't handle the pressure, afraid of failure once again.

Mum came home, revised by talking to me how to reverse and all. Received a super awesome text that cheered me up. Hui Ling took picture of the two Domos, Laureate and Waga waga with braces on wishing me good luck for the test. Thank you Hui Ling!


Was all jittery in class. The mere thought of the test made me wanna pee. Made frequent visits to the toilet. Dad picked me up, had no appetite, picked at the food and decided to skip it. Reached the place, forgot I had to go to the counter to get my form till I saw people holding it.


Went to the toilet. AGAIN. Was told to register when I came out. My lucky number was 83. Found out I was the first one to take the test. Sat there under the tree near the hill while staring at the hill, parking spot and 3 point turn. Few girls came along, said they failed bukit the other time too. An indian girl failed twice. She passed her bukit and all that but she banged a car at the jalan part so she had to take everything again.


Said my prayers, introduced myself to the car I was going to use, popped a raisin into my mouth courtesy of Yee Chen who said that raisins could calm nerves. Thanks babe! Whole leg was practically shaking and had to hold it down.


Felt quite confident the minute I finished parking and was about to head for the 3 point turn. Did pretty well and fast. Got the slip and saw the tick on the 'Lulus' box. :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D super happy. Did everything in 3 minutes when the maximum was 11 minutes.


Called home to get transportation back. Pranked my sister that I failed. Mum called back, sounded disappointed. Told her the truth and she screamed to everyone at home I passed.


It feels oh so good to overcome an obstacle in life after you've failed once. Dad's teaching me to drive Mum's car this weekend. :) Soon to fetch the whole Convent to CS. Hah.

Kandas.

Hyperventilated for the whole day in school. Amused Yee Chen by practising in class, changing gears, lifting clutch and accelerating.

Went off at 1pm, explained things to Pn. Punitha. She let me off, though by now I wish she didn't. Went for lunch at Hutan Bandar and made my way to Berjaya.

Saw Daphne upon reaching. Waited there while trembling, saw the JPJ officers in their tight uniforms with their straight faces, the adrenaline rush was increased. Was really blur about where to go then I finally made my way to the car.


Went up the hill, stopped, lifted up my hand. Instead of moving forward, the car moved backwards. Was told to get off the car, realising I failed. Sat down and teared. Went for the next part, driving on the road.


Got a pretty nice officer, talked to me throughout the whole journey, asking why I wasn't a prefect and said that he'd choose me if he were a teacher, giving me advice in life, asking why I looked different from the picture in my L license. Before reaching, he said that he'd pass me so I wouldn't feel so bad about failing the first part.


Said I drove pretty well and gave me a 17/20. Went home, bathed and cried myself to sleep. Told dad I didn't want to go for tuition, I guess he understood how I felt then. Awakened by my mum, questioning me why didn't I pass. Back then she failed because of the same thing too. Made me teared and felt that I was worse than all the ah bengs and lians.




Why is it everytime I have to go through failure?




First part test: Bukit, parking, 3 point turn next Wednesday. I really need all the luck in the world this time.