I need to take another two-hour class.And I did. I went down to Yakin Pandu and paid RM20 for a repeat form. And I had my repeat two-hour class at 11 a.m.
Which ended at 11.30. I had to laugh. [I think they know we'll get bored doing the same routine two hours straight. Besides, all repeaters merely made silly mistake, it's not like they didn't really know the drill.]
The instructor showed me the car and let me practice freely up the hill, into the side parking lot and into the three-point of carnage.
It was simple actually. I didn't know how I flunked on the three-point yesterday, but if anyone ask, I'll say, "There was a hottie there. I got distracted."
Wanna bet how many will fall for that?
And hopefully, my next JPJ test will be before the end of next week.I paid RM10 shortly afterwards to book my JPJ retest, which will be held on 13th March around 2 p.m. Please wish me luck!
Oh, and yesterday was the first time I skipped OLC class. Not impressive.
I may be unlikely to make it to usrah.Contrary to popular view often expressed freely in press, I did went to usrah. Quite the diligent person I am, right?
I arrived SMI just in time for the closing of the daurah jamai'e. Dayang-sensei saw me and said, "Atiqah, didn't you get my message? We're having a daurah jamai'e today and your present is optional."
Obviously I didn't. Dude.
I need ice-cream.I didn't have any.
I'd rather lick my way through an ice lolly rather than have creamy ice-cream, like Cornetto, thanks to their raunchy advertisement they have nowadays.
What's the big deal about Cornetto and romance, anyway? I see no connection. Or am I naturally dim-witted in certain frontier? It's plausible.
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