Story of my life

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

and so we are back to basics. tomorrow is my very first traffic police test. the feeling is like going for my first practical lesson.

i still remember this date: 10.08.05(it was more than 1 yr ago seh), i went to my first lesson. i was sweating like no one's business, my i got tachycardia, my RR is like 40 BPM and my BP suddenly went high. i was so scared to see my very first instructor. he's a chinese man. nice. but a bit stern. haha. my car stalled like i dunno how many times that night.

next lesson was with a malay guy. this one is an angel. taught me not to be scared. talk to me so i dun feel nervous. oh wells, he's one hell of a nice man.

third one was a chinese man. this one is fierce. but when he make jokes, it was funny in a horror way. haha. the first man to bring me out of circuit.

my fourth one, is the one i stick to till today. chose him to be my fix instructor. haha. he's the man. evry practical lesson will always end up with a smile except when days that i did some stupid mistakes and i keep on thinking abt it. he gave me a lot of advices. and he always tell me that his tolerance level is high, and i realy think so lah. haha. damn sarcastic but what to do, used to it. erm, if i passed my tp tmr, then today will be the last day im seeing him. seriously, i owe him big time. big, big time.

there's 2 other instructors too. one who taught me ATV and another one is substitute for my fourth teacher who takes off on one of the days. both also not bad. the ATV instructor even talked to the son using loudspeaker seh. haha. the son wanna defecate lah eh. haha. the substitute teacher, he's nice. telling me abt his previous job. laughed at me when he knows im a future nurse. just a nice man. and i think he's hot. haha.

alrighty, wanna get ready for attachments.

oklah. i guess this is all.. a tribute to the teachers.

wish me luck for tmr.

tata.

11:31 AM Friends are like roses... you have to look out for the pricks!