Drive Away

I still prefer cycling over driving :)

Wow. I can't believe it. This........definitely exceeds my expectation. It's NORMAL for most people but to me, it's quite impossible. Maybe Allah wants to show me that if I give my all, work my best and leave it to Him, anything is possible. Yes, it is. It IS possible. I'm sorry for being so overly dramatic. But hey, I PASSED MY DRIVING TEST. I repeat, it's a DRIVING TEST. If I flashback to my first and second day of taking driving classes last year, passing this test is quite impossible at that time. 

Impossible things do happen

Cycling to the driving class was a heavy, gloomy ride. In contrast, after the class was over, I blasted Michelle Branch's YOU SET ME FREE (If you know what I mean) while enjoying the temporary freedom. Even though my teacher was really really considerate and nice, I still cannot perceive that driving is ............. fun. Because it's totally not. Maybe it's because I'm afraid of making mistakes. I shouldn't be afraid of such things, right? 'cause that's how I supposed to learn. But still, you don't mess with other people's lives by driving recklessly or .................... lacking 'common sense-ly' (like me).

My Ayah has done lots of things for me. I'm thankful that my examination results always make him proud (I could see through his smile and good mood). And due to my lacking in some aspects, I'm deeply sorry, Ayah. I'm not a perfect daughter. But you still love me unconditionally. (Oh no, mata masuk habuk). You insisted me to continue taking driving license for my future undertakings. Even though I did not feel like it, I did it because I hate feeling guilty. And you always care. You made an effort searching for the best teacher for me, asking about my classes and spending time to teach me driving sometime. I don't want you to worry about me, so, I hide about my nervousness regarding the test so that you'll feel rest assured. To be honest, I was really nervous, and I couldn't stop thinking about the test the whole day before it happened. God, I didn't know the driving test was so intense and nerve-wracking compared to countless examinations throughout my life.

Alhamdulillah. I aced the test within first attempt. Thank you, Ayah, you show me that  I should learn to listen to others (Including YOU, obviously) rather than just take my thoughts into account. 

Each class was a torture (Because I'm doing things I don't like), but it's worth it. This means a lot to me. For some people, it's nothing. But for me, I've learned a lot. It was not just about driving a car, it was certainly more than that. Life's about a journey (in this case, a drive? I suppose), not the destination. 

Fast In My Car

Certain things just don't fall into place, don't they? I broke down because things didn't go as planned. But then, I tried to convince myself that it's because things go as Allah's planned. Soothing, isn't it? Allah's plan. Allah's plan is ALWAYS better than ours. 

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These days, I attended driving class. So far, it has been only ............... 3 hours. I used to think I'm a bad driver (still do, actually). I have lack common sense during driving, too panic upon arriving a junction/traffic light (pfffffft), slow reflex action and ugh, all in all I'm not an excellent driver. I'm just too STIFF. Past experience (a year ago) with my previous teacher kind of affect me. I don't know, I just couldn't like him especially because his words were too ..... brutal and honest. I couldn't take it. I still remember those words (once you spit harsh words to me, it'll stuck in my brain forever, I warn you) up until now, and I take them as a challenge. Oh right, thank you, (former) teacher, even though I cried buckets of tears over your words, I know I deserved that. I just wish I would never stumble upon you again (because that would be awkward) during my driving class. Thank you.   

My best friend said, "my mom says, the cars are like wild horses," . Yeap. It's true. You gotta tame them and take control. I used to think I don't have this chemistry with the car, then I realise that it cannot read my mind. I have to show it what to do instead. I just need more practice, okay? You know the stereotype 'girl can't drive manual' thingy and the troll in FB (If your boyfriend cannot drive manual, then you got yourself a girlfriend, lol)? That kinda gets on my nerves a bit. Damn. It's a challenge. Haha. 

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I just discover I am a complicated person, the way I think, how I consider every little thing in my life kind of connected to my life journey (figured this one during my driving session) and how I get too sensitive over little things. My brother seems to think so, too. 

Bro: Why your way of thinking is so complicated?
Me: Because I'm a GIRL.
Bro: Oh right. 

Girls are complicated. The hypothesis is proven. 

p/s: Wish me luck in acquiring P license ><