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Friday, April 01, 2005
1st day of driving
Saw few of my schoolmates at ssdc, taking driving too, all faster than me of cos. talking to them, wondering how nervous and who my instructor. 1st car- 58. Sat at the passenger seat, do what my friends told me. i found this record book at the side, so took a peep. and saw this name very familar. i guess he taught me before when i took my bike. Well, he came.. looking if he is approaching a wrong car. But nono.. he filled me with his sacrasm. I rememver he took me when i was having my 1st bike lesson, saying me, suaning me. same for now. Told me to leave and upgrade to auto as manual isn't suitable for me. What the hell.. I survived with his attitude, tolerating his ironic remarks.

1st 45 mins, a great one. after that, stall for a few times, turning very badly. My leg was aching from that bloody clutch. Not used to it.
(joanne) ♥ 2:54 PM
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