was late for prac 5. efy will never change man! was quite early but had to rush back home because i forgot to bring my wallet. and it took me so long to get myself a bloody cab. by the time i reached cdc, i didn't get to practise. and my number tag was like frigging 5 and obviously i was amongst those who had to go first. asshole. hahas. i had no idea if my bike was good or not. i was mentally unprepared. i felt crying at that point of time but there's no point of doing so. prac 5 mates were so nice to me, they corrected me before the instructor could penalise me :) love them lots. my right foot touched the ground a couple of times. and then it was crank course time. i swore my heart was palpitating wildly because i knew that was the only course that could immediately fail me. and VOLA i did it even though my engine stalled.
I passed and i am fucking proud of myself because it was only my 2nd attempt! hahas. how fortunate knowing that others took more than 6 times to pass this bloody shit. hahas. and the instructor forced me to admit that my bike struck the kerb. he assumed that i was denying. i couldn't even recall all i knew that i could do it. hahas. i wasn't even pretending to look innocent. seriously(:
night riding's next. perhaps that bloody gold/black adidas is a good luck charm after months of not wearing it. hahas. weird, im your jinx and you're my lucky charm. LOL.
No comments:
Post a Comment