What we lack is the ability to laugh at ourselves whenever we acted silly or had a funny accident. Until we could take away this shyness to laugh at ourselves, only then will other people be open about theirs. And only then we would realize that they have their funny/embarrassing moments themselves too, and that they are just like us!
That being said, I would like to share some of my funny moments in life. Hopefully it could make you laugh. If not, then just laugh for the sake of it. It is good for you body anyway.
Here is a story about the time I took my driving license. Enjoy!
Around the early months of the year 2002, after I seated for my SPM, I did what most male ex-SPM candidates do after the exam: I took my driving licence. It was the coolest thing any male ex-SPM candidates could do while waiting for the result. (Well, at least that was the stereotype during that period.)
I took mine at Bangi, around 5-10 minutes drive from the Malaysian Institute of Nuclear Technologies. (Pretty dangerous place to be test driving, huh?) Before the real test, we had to take a written test, which there are around 50 questions and you have to answer correctly around 80% of the questions (I really can’t remember the details, but I think its around that figure). All the candidates prepared themselves for this test, including me, of course. But unbeknown to me, just before the test, there was an eye test, the identification of some colours and number plates.
Readers maybe surprised that I was surprised that there was such a test. Its not that I am illiterate, (or else I wouldn’t have written this blog!) but just by pure bad luck, that very day was the only day that I forgot to bring my glasses. My glasses power is not that high, but still, if I need to read something a little far from me, I would really need them. But this time, since it’s just a written test and there is no driving test whatsoever, I figured that it would not really matter if I did not bring my glasses today.
Now, the fun part starts here. We had to wait in line for our turn to identify the colours and number plates before we can enter the examination room. As I waited in line for my turn, sweating like mad, because there is no where on earth the pakcik (older man) who’s in charge is going to let me through to take the written test, I tried my best to see (and possibly remember) the number plates that was hanging on the other side of the room. But since the line was also the same distance to the wall of colours and number plates, I did not do a good job at it. Is that an O or a D? Is that 8 or 3? Even trying to remember what the candidates before me said wasn’t working. The questions were in random, and there were about 4 different number plates.
Finally, my turn was up. “Minta IC dik, (Give me your Identity Card please)” the pakcik in charge asked. I give him the IC, and he began to jot down the information from my IC to a piece of official paper, while asking me, “Sila bagitau yang atas sekali dan bawah sekali warna apa…(Please tell me the colour of the top and bottom plate…)”. “Merah dan hijau,(Red and green)” I answered, with confidence. I did not have any problem with the colours at all, since I am not colour blind. “Nice first impression,” I said to myself “now comes the hard part…”. “Sila sebutkan number plate yang atas sekali, (Please recite the top number plate)” came the second question. “Um…E, G…C…um…2, 4…8…5” I said, trying to look confident as best as I could, as if what I said was the exact letters and numbers written on that number plate, only to realise half-way that first letter was not an E but a B! Plus, I don’t even know if the others were right or wrong!
I know very well that the pakcik have memorized the whole number plate, so realizing that I flunked even the first letter, I began to doubt whether I can pass through or not. “Tu la ko, padan muka. Sapa suruh tak bawak cermin mata, (You’ve done it this time. Why didn’t you bring your glasses with you!)” I cursed myself. I am going to fail for sure. And because I did not bring my glasses. How embarrassing!
The pakcik looked at me, and then look at my IC card again. “Kamu ni orang Kampung Padang Rengas ye? (You are from Padang Rengas Village)” (Note: I went to a kampong (village) school in Kuala Kangsar during my lower high school days, so I took my kampong’s address as the address for my IC) “Ya,” I replied back, clueless to what that question has to do with anything. “Ok, takpa takpa…(Well OK, you may go…)” the pakcik said with a smile, letting me pass and enter the examination room.
I was shocked and confused for awhile. The same question lingered in my mind. He knew I flunked, so WHY did he let me pass? And why did he ask that last question anyway? Why?
And then it strucked me:
Oh my God, HE THOUGHT I WAS ILLITERATE!!!
I burst out laughing after the test. In a way, just a pinch offended, but it was all out humorous! Good old pakcik. How nice of him to be considerate of illiterate people. A very nice coincidence too, that I put my kampong address on my IC. At last, it served a purpose. 🙂
Note: Actually, Padang Rengas isn’t that kampong as you might think. Quite a number of people from there have gone abroad to further their studies you know. One even went back with a PhD in mathematics! Kejor yop kejor (kejayaan)! (Strive for the best)
Have any funny story to share? Share it with us! I would be honoured to post it in my blog (of course, with your name on it!)