Driving lesson tmr at 8:30AM.

Note: Most of this entry is drafted mentally during my forty minutes walk back home. (Yea, I was walking real slowly.)

23 minutes into the run, I gave up and walked the remaining journey home. Discipline is not something that exists in QM dictionary. It’s the same in studies, in sports, and perhaps everything else in life. I can’t really say it is a bad thing, but it can’t be good also.

The last time I was somewhat close to having any form of discipline was when I’m in the band. (Not any band, but TKband. *smug*) Then again, it wasn’t really discipline but teetering towards obsession.

Coincidentally, Collin has the discipline enough for two persons. I can always count on him to push me on when we do our runs; no matter how un-exercised he is and over-exercised I’ll be at the end of the whole workout.

He, a sports person. And me, not even close, which probably explains why I was briefly in track (and field) back in secondary school days because Justin Toh*, this handsome young teacher-in-charge, said I was a ‘natural runner’ and wanted me to do long distance. Of course, I decided band is still THE thing and even after buying my first track shorts and a new pair of track shoes for it, I quit the whole idea after one or two trainings because the training bores me to core.

(*Not "Justin Goh". Thanks Ting for the correction. Haha. It all sounds the same to me.)

So as I walking home from Fort Road, the mental picture of juicy sugar cane drink suddenly popped out and had me craving seriously. I began skimming the ground (I didn’t bring any money) as I walked on, hoping I’ll be lucky and perhaps find a one dollar coin dropped by an unlucky someone.

I did that until I reached sugar cane heaven, which also happen to be cockroaches 2nd heaven (their 1st being the chutes). And the sight nearly killed me because the ground is so littered with fully squashed roaches and half crushed (but not fully dead) ones. Urg. I rather die from thirst. Thank you.

Talking about roaches.

I was at this New Year gathering where I became “Collin’s girlfriend”. (You know that kind of gathering you go to, where it’s all your boyfriend’s friends and people only know you as girlfriend of so and so.)

So anyway, the house has this irresistibly pretty Shetland Sheepdog and everytime the dog nears this girl, the girl starts hopping over sofa. You never had seen anyone jump up so fast before. And I was wondering how irrational – dogs are like the cutest things ever.

Then I thought, I would have done the same if that was a cockroach. And she must have had it much worse because the dog was one third her size, and perhaps a thousand time larger than a cockroach.

Ewwwww. I don’t even want to imagine that.


Wokay. I got to get ready to sleep now because yours truly will be having her maiden driving lesson at 8:30AM tomorrow. Woohoo~ (Don’t worry, Singapore roads are not in perils.*)

I said, I want to start driving lessons before school starts right?

And I did. Three days before I embark on Year 2 Sem 2. ;)

*Collin's male ego is so super enlarged when it comes to the issue of driving. And because, me, read: femme - I'm so sure he thinks badly of me as a driver even though he hasn't put this across verbally yet.

HELLO! DRIVING IS NOT A GUYS' DOMAIN.

I am so going to prove him wrong. Hmph.