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Monday, March 07, 2005
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and so it is,
like you said it will be
life goes easy
on me
most
of the time
i probably should seek aid soon. i have an issue i need to resolve. i think.
oh no no, i'm not depressed. dun worry girls. (and a few boys.)
its something i'm looking at quite objectively and rationally.
and yeah, for once i am saying this,
when you guys are free,
i'll appreciate a listening ear.
~
uhm.
Dad's back tml. i bid my car farewell. adios. sayonara. it was good.
My Week Of Driving
THE Summary :
6 horns from fellow inconvenienced road-users to me
3 horns from me to road rages/hogs/female drivers
3 kerbs
2 near-accidents (1 due to unnecessary speeding, 1 due to failure to check blind spot : SEE. the courses DO make sense!)
1 outstretched middle finger (*whistles innocently*)
1 knock on their car door (his bumper "kissed mine" (exact words) at the Marina Square Carpark, with luck he was as slow as he could be, but nevertheless, it TOUCHED. DIE.)
0 scratches, bumps or peel offs
4 trips to town ( 3 times parked at my aunt's place)
4 trips to LCK my camp
2 trips to Outram (fetch jj / chauffer mom)
2 trips to Tiong Bahru Market (with boon n chris/ with boon n jj)
2 trips to Thomson Road (fetch boon back)
2 trips to Upp Serangoon Road (fetch jj back)
1 trip to Marina Square (FREAKING scary)
1 trip to Upp Bt Timah (paul's place fer baking)
51 dollars for petrol (oh!oh!oh! my HEAD! it SPINS!)
4.30 dollars spent on parking
1 hour of car-washing at 22:30 (dad's back the next day)
110 km/h fastest speed
5 PEOPLE (max i've chauffered, my campmates)
3 DESTINATIONS in 1 single trip without stopping (alighting them)
1 red light i MIGHT have beaten (no cam i think. i hope.)
Well things i've learnt!
1)
this is seriously not a chauvinist statement. and it isn't intended to bemean my girl friends either. but.
FEMALE DRIVERS NEED AN ADDITIONAL SUPPLEMENTARY DRIVING COURSE. seriously.
they are NORMALLY (i'm being politically correct) either TOO slow. or TOO blur. or SIMPLY IGNORANT.
some stupid car cuts into my lane and misses scratching my car by like 2 cm.
i growl.
i speed.
i overtake.
i say 'female driver. confirmed.'
i turn and look.
tada!
all of a sudden :
i'm psychic.
2)
I get VERY agitated when i'm being violated on the road. and i turn road-ragish. and someone told me, flaring up onroad isn't good - i must learn to control myself. i get REALLY noisy when someone does sth stupid to me, i'll jus start yelling and cursing and swearing and bitching and hoping that car gets into an accident. there are abbbbbout 5 cars i've cursed already.
heh.
3)
Taxi drivers are to be AVOIDED.
either crawling on left lane to scout potential passengers,
OR cutting out from nowhere to pick up or 'put down' a passenger,
OR cutting in and out just to rush for oncalls.
gr.
4)
Petrol is just freaking expensive la. and my petrol tank is on my left. hoho. and i have to press sth to open my tank cover. keke.
Yay. Driving sure is fun! i love fetching friends home. I know this is probably just an initial phase. And soon enough i'll just drop all of you at some MRT and you guys can go home yourselves.heh.
Now all i have left is to face my dad when he comes back.
ALthough the vehicle is unscathed, the petrol is topped up and i washed it till it shines (think it should), it doesn't alter the fact that i'm NOT ALLOWED TO DRIVE (to camp, specifically : if i wanna play with words i could...but).
WHICH PROBABLY MEANS :
i'm not allowed to drive INTO TOWN.
or THROUGH NEWTON CIRCLE. TWICE.
or THROUGH e hazardous SUNTEC area.
or PARK in MARINA SQUARE.
or travel 380 plus kilometres in 6 days.
or drive to camp.
hmm. i broke all the possible rules. i have a feeling my mum and i are in deep shit. *clings to my kao4 shan1 - mum*
~
dang. i'm mad. it's 12:43am n i haven't bathed after washing the car and i'm blogging. okay i continue, i have to rush :
today was quite an eventful day. FINALLY got to have dim sum with campmates.
ivan, chek and dennis. (original gang) with tyx.
drove ivan and chek from cck. i love goodwood! there's free parking!
well it was pretty good! small variety but good quality.
and the creme brulee was simply to die for. so was the durian paste.
but as usual, as guys always do, stuff ourselves SO bad we were about to puke. every joke made caused intense jolts in the stomach which sent tides of undigested food climbing up our oesophagus. hahaha. its such an ugly sight. but oh well, army guys (w e exception of ivan who's si-bei-lian now).
then we (typically) decided to rest our tummies at the main entrance and start a phototaking session. it's mad la haha. we keep taking all sorts of photos. voyeurfreaks. and this time round, we have NEW GENRES , including
"TABOO" and "EROTICA"
*snigger* i dun think i should post the ones from the former, i have a feeling huili will scream and jiabin will start nagging again.
as for the latter, whose title simply screams out loud, and i know you guys have more interest in, i will consider posting it up.
then we walked off to library@orchard. and kino. and borders.
they are jus ridiculous la. we just stopped at some photography shelves and started looking at photographs and everything long-ish jus became 'dennis'. and when we were in borders, they jus stopped at the bargain books section to browse through fatalistic shit like PALMISTRY BOOKS, DREAM-DECODING BOOKS and LOVE-LIFE-THRU-HOROSCOPE books. they are shen jing de.
then we drove HOME. EACH OF THEM. first chek. ivan den dennis.
aiya, nvm la. its my last chance w e vehicle anyway.
not bad. pretty fun.
i prob will keep in contact w these guys. *grin*
haha i'm so evaluative. no la no la. i'm not like 'evaluating' their 'performance' or anything la. geez. just saying only.
~
12:55. i have to rush. i have to bathe.
okay. the day before was typically a day of wasted trips.
like going to paul's house and our chiffon cake failed. collapsed. damned.
okok, not exactly WASTED trip but dang.
like going all the way down to library@esplanade after alot of research and online searching to happily borrow my Huo Zhe VCD. Only to find out its only entitled to premier members which means $21 upfront annual member fee. Decided against it cos the chinese movie selection is crap and i wun bother flying down to esplanade to borrow english mainstream movies either.
(Anyone with membership please contact me. ZZY!!!!)
like driving down to town from esplanade just to borrow books from orchard library and finding out its closed. lucky i was in town the next day (dim sum day) so i could borrow FOUR yu hua books. *hehhehee*
like driving down to tiong bahru after going to outram park to buy jj's stefanie vcd. and finding out the $1 sumptious cheng tng and porridge were finished. settled for 60cent refillable (not the syrup tho *wink*) da bao soya milk.
finally decided to go chomp chomp instead.
OKAY.
the process is THE INTERESTING part.
and its LARGELY attributed to stupid HONG CHUN KIAT and a useless JIABIN in the backseat.
HCK's navigational skills are A LAUGH.
E.G.
1)
Me : okay okay (in CTE(AMK) tunnel) which exit should i get out?
HCK: aiya, i only know there are two tunnels you'll pass to get there.
Me : WAT THE HELL! I DUN CARE IF THERE ARE 2 or 3 TUNNELS BUT WHICH EXIT?!
HCK: AIYA. GOT 2 TUNNELS CAN LE LA!
Me : ....
(we reach 2nd tunnel)
HCK: (matter of factly) SEE. 2 tunnel wat.
Me : f*** la.
(jb roars in laughter)
2)
(we are travelling on a CONTINUOUS straight road with no left or right turns)
HCK: ZOU ZHI ZOU ZHI ZOU ZHI!!
Me : (bitches) OBVIOUSLY RIGHT! HOW ELSE CAN I GO?!
(jb laughs)
(we are travelling on a straight road with a left slip road)
Me : Ey bai chi, do i turn or not?
HCK: (bitches) WAH LAU. I NEVER SAY THEN U GO STRAIGHT LA! ASK ASK ASK! TAXI DRIVER NEVER SAY ALSO GO STRAIGHT LOR.
Me : bitch.
(jb laughs)
3)
(after 10 min of silence or talking with jb or singing, hck decides to talk)
(i navigate my way with help fm jb and we manage to get UN-lost and reach somewhere familiar)
HCK: (out of the blue) I KNOW I KNOW! THIS IS MY LAIR! I KNOW HOW TO GO. *competent look* *points ahead* ZOU. ZHI. (confidently)
Me : ... *mutters* wo ye dong.
(jb laughs)
GEE.
~
i FELL down.
yay.
its not a fall-and-scratch-my-knee type of fall.
i have NO scratches or bruises.
but my entire left knee KNELT and hit the stair floor perpendicularly.
remember? my left knee is the INJURED one?
it hurts like its freaking swollen la.
i've been limping up and down stairs for the whole day.
totally f***ed up.
~
i've got to hand it to Tori to totally excite me.
the new album is groooovy. driving with it simply kicks ass. some of the songs are bouncy. i was happily bouncing and speeding down mandai road with it ablast.
and if ANYONE really cares , i recommend :
" The Power of Orange Knickers " (f. Damien Rice)
" Parasol "
" The Hoochie Song "
" Martha's Foolish Ginger "
" Sweet the Sting"
it's a 'less psychotic' album, according to paul. so dun worry bout it being too alternative. EMBRACE her. *lol*
~
i have seriously GOT to bathe now. 1:18 am. i'm turning mouldy and i'm working tomorrow. Next week is another packed week.
expenditure is getting WAY out of hand.
i'm doing a summary here becos i can't bother to do it elsewhere.
Tori's album - $20
Calvin & Hobbes Books x2 - $28
Dim Sum - $22
Presents - $60
Movies - $15 (with 2 or 3 more coming up)
Japanese VCDS i ordered (unpaid) - $50
Petrol (hopefully claim-able) - $50
Chi. Movie - $5
She Diao VCD - $30
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TOTAL - $280
And i haven't added all other miscellaneous eating costs.
and parking costs.
and yada yada yada costs.
I need to work. AND YES i DO work. i don't just sit and stone and get money for doing so. contrary to popular belief (BITTER ppl).
~
jj got a zoo job to clear hippotamus dung. funky. hope he perseveres.
boon's 21st coming up coming tues. but he's gonna mug it away. yay for him.
christine> someone tipped my scale, i'm not gonna watch Lemony le.
huili> don't believe boon n chris. i gave them e photo only cos i met up w them. dun let their LIES fool u.
ladidar, i got quite a few jazz albums. lala. thanks paul!
okay i've gotta go now. probably won't blog for awhile. busy myself with reading , working and er... going out. (sounds more or less what my adult life will be like.)
*dryly*
yay.
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