is the pinnacle of
adulthood-
along with taxpaying and
procreating.
its like some sort of a freakin'
milestone in life,
an affirmation from the
traffic police in singapore that
you are adult enough to function
an automobile.
my grandma introduces my sister
to absolute strangers (in hokkien) :
this is my grand-daughter.
she can drive.
i can't believe the highlight
of my sister's 2 decades' of
exsitence is her ability to
drive.
anw
folks have been urging me
to go for lessons, but
everytime i imagine
the perpetual puking
owing to motion sickness,
and the need to park a car,
i just think its not a very
good idea.
to help me make a decision,
i have been analysing the roads,
surveying the odds of killing
pedestrians/getting myself killed
etc.
according to dad,
if i drive at 50KM/h
nothing fatal will possibly occur.
according to sis,
if i drive at 50KM/h
i am a hazard on the highway.
i toyed with the idea
of riding a scooter-
not a bike-
just
a good ol sissy vespa.
but it would really be an
ugly, tragic sight
when the rain decides to come.
cars are also, not green.
they are high-maintanence and
thirst for petrol every other day.
they also need to be parked,
yes, parked.
i consider
parking to be
nearly the ultimate of human
intelligence ( only second to math) .
cars cannot be stopped anywhere on
the streets, they need
to be parked in lots.
u have to position your titanic
piece of metal into a
chickenshit-narrow lil lot bordered
with somebody else's car or
a darned slab of pillar.
if you find yourself in a
(god forbid) basement carpark,
you not only have to spiral your piece
of metal upwards/downwards,
you also need to focus very hard on
not slamming it into the wall
that is usually
only some micrometers away
from you.
must life be more stressful
than it already is???
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