as you know, today is my traffic police test meaning my driving test. I have not been able to have a good sleep because i keep thinking about it few nights ago. And when the day comes, i was so tensed in the waiting room and when the tester call my name he pronouce as 'norarin'. How am i suppose to know thats me. he then call out my ic no then i went over. I was quite calm but the first mistake i did was not putting the handbrake down. 2points for that and I think I did well for my courses but at one point I accidently puch the wiper thingy and the car wiper start moving ad I kind of freakout but I manage to slow the wiper movement but still I dont know how to stop it. No points for that but once immediat failure was went this particular bike just move off from no where and my tester have to jambreak. By then I know I fail but somehow I try to carry on all the other courses hoping that that incident wasnt my mistake but too bad it was.


The tester give me that kind of a stern look and when he was explaining my mistake, he was smilling while saying 'your judgement very bad, your handling of wheel very bad.. bla bla bla' by then I give him my taik face. and then he go on saying 'please try again ah'


I was holding on to my IC, my beg, my bottle drink and I just cant think. While walkig back to my bike, I receive SMS asking how I was doing, i just simply sent 'fail ah' to all. on top of that, I updated my facebook status since some people might be curious to know my result.


I didnt want to go home that time and I didnt know what to do. I simply sit at the motorcycle parking just beside my bike by then I received calls from my dad, Nizam and some friends. I felt miserable. I didnt want to answer any of that call. I just feels like crying and I cried. I was crying and wiping my tears and I cry again and wipe again like a baby. Then I receive an SMS from my dad saying that he was around at CDC and asking me where I am. It took me sometime to reply to him because I didnt want him to see me like that but I replied to him after 10mins telling him where I am. Then I received a call from Nizam I answered but I couldnt talk.


After about 10mins, I heard my dad's voice calling out my name...'aein.'


I looked up and I saw my dad... and Nizam.. Nizam told me he working that morning but actually he took a time off just to be there. So guess whats next??


I continue crying la like a baby while showing my paper slip to dad. My dad keeps telling me not to worry, its normal, sometime its luck and Nizam was standing there looking and smilling telling me its ok. I can alwasy go for the next one.


My dad asked if I have book for the next Test Date I said I have not and he said 'jom kite book.' So while walking back to the the school my tears are still there and Nizam keeps rubbing my back and said 'its ok takpe'.


I feels that I have let so many people down, especially my family, Nizam and all my frieds and cousins who have wishes me good luck and on top of that, my $$ is gone.


I really really hope I can do it the next time..