You know why I hate being afraid of the dark? Because all I can do is look for the switch. Other people hide under sheets, scream, cry, pray. I just panic and look for the lights. And sometimes I curse. I actually curse more when there's a cockroach in my bathroom.
Enough!
Me and my dad went to pick up my mom, sister, and two of her friends from the CIQ building. They went to see David Archullater or whatever his name was. And trust me, nothing is noiser than a car with 3 girls talking non stop. Ok, maybe a car with 4 girls is noisier. I really don't understand. Why can't they take turns to talk? And why do they have to talk so loudly when people are half a foot away from each other? It scares me. Almost as bad as the dark does.
I went for a driving lesson today and guess what i found. A skinny Chinese boy waving at me from the seats. Zeke. What the fuck was he doing there?
We talked, and he was right. Learning to drive in Malaysia kills your passion to drive. I mean, hours of lectures, lazy instructors, long waits between practices, stuffy air-cond less practice cars (that I can barely fit in, by the way) just makes you want to be a permanent passenger.
If I don't pass this Thursday, I'm just going to wait till I'm 21 and take the test then. I won't be much taller so I won't have to worry about not being able to fit in the car any more than I already do.
WHATEVER the case, after this stupid week is over, I'm going to start traveling again. Just to get out of this lazy lifestyle. Wish me ****.
That's luck, you perverts!
If ifs and buts were candy and nuts. That should have been the post title. dammit. next time i guess
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