Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Saturday, August 11, 2012

.drive me crazy.

In a minute I thought, how on earth did I get in here??What am I doing inside this very car with a stranger?? And why did I sit in the driver's seat?? I was nervous. I have no idea how to control the steering let alone the brake the clutch and the gear. The moment he said start the engine, I was sweating like nobody business.  Why can't he show me first how to drive?? What if I hit the pole...or worst..a human.

After a few minutes, I gained the confidence. And when he saw me smiling, he started to talk about this and that.  About his wife, his son and everything.  Now I realise how hard it is to drive when your thought is somewhere else.  I suddenly couldn't make sense of which is left and right. That's why I almost hit the bush. He said 'brake!'. Because I was nervous, I didn't know what I did.  But the last thing I knew, the engine had died off.

Coz he is my instructor, he didn't give up though he knows his life is in danger.  The next thing I did was parking.  Worst thing happened when I tried to reverse.  I didn't even look at the side mirror.  I was enjoying myself 'pushing and pulling' the steering (hey its fun.lol). He once again said 'brake!' coz I almost hit the poles. But, as usual, I was nervous. I screamed. I acidentally released the steering and tried to make sense which one is brake.  And end up, I press the accelerator instead. And, yes, I hit the poles excellently.

The instructor must be annoyed having such a lembab student like me. I almost give up. I hate those three things; the clutch, the brake, the accelerator.  I wish cars only have steering and nothing else.      

Monday, August 6, 2012

Sunday, August 5, 2012

how about our future?

Ouh such a happy day
Come to class and learn nothing. Noice!
The hidden curriculum?Screw the responsibility, as long as we have the 'title' then it's more than enough.
And oh, not to forget, ask the guinea pigs to do this and that. Easy peasy!
If this happens everyday, then don't blame me for being just like you and you. Professional??What's that? Food??
Oh btw, looking at the bright side, they actually want to train us for our school days later. Yalah, in schools, even the teachers don't have any class to teach, they can't go back (according to a bestfriend).



"hari-hari macam ni boleh jadi bodoh" -a friend-

Thursday, August 2, 2012

.aiming high.

I promise myself, no more next time (yes,this is like the hundredth same-old-promise that I make to myself). You see, I'm good in imagining things (no, i'm not boasting. wait until you finish the next line). But the badside of imagining things quite quickly and efficiently is that you tend to jump into conclusion in a split second. And when the wonderful thing that you've imagine does not work the way you want it to be, the dissapoinment is greater than ever.  I always condemn those who put high expectation on others, but now, I do the same thing anyway (in your face, yours truly!).  Everyday, I imagine changes will happen.  Something will progress gracefully.  But at the end of the day, what left is me..and my same old hope that refuses to be renewed. Now, tell me, what's good about being imaginative?