Saturday, August 10, 2002

 
taught my mum to bake butter cake this mornin. hehe...it's so weird...fancy a mum learning how to bake from her daughter. usually it's the other way round.
myf ren passed her driving test after she switched to a new instructor and instead of taking it at ubi, she took it at gombak instead. well, i doubt there's any hope for myself. it's very weird. all my life the pple ard me seem to be able to get things done after putting in a one-time effort. but me? at elast three times. it can get very frustrating. sow at if i'm trained to drive along adam road, so wat if i'm trained to drive in the morning, during the peak hrs, and meet all the other irritating drivers, rushing off to work? the point is i still can't get a fucking piece of paper that'll permit me to drive legally!
no use if i can control and coordinate well...it all boils down to a paper. i've no determination to carry on with it. if i make it then make it, if not, i'm not gonna get a licence.
maybe i'll get it in sydney. it's better to not drive in this 'fine' city.

ok, think i'm only good in sports and cooking. sigh..always straying off from the mainstream. can i be normal? can i juz follow the crowd and not make the rest of my family suffer with me?

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