yesterday, my new driving instructor decided that he'd make some time for me and gave me an extra lesson eventhough he doesn't work sundays.
i bet he used to be a rebel. i can so imagine him with the whole leather getup & long straggly hair.
he wears bright yellow adidas tees, khaki cutoffs with moccasins and dyed brown hair.
oh, i forgot to add that he's like what? 45 years old??
he dresses like the average 23 year old undergrad.

anyway, he decided that we'd go for an adventure since it was a leisurely sunday afternoon.
"you need experience, sophia" he drawled lazily in mandarin.

so he brought me from bedok -> shenton way/tanjong pagar/raffles place -> vivo city -> bukit merah -> adam road -> macpherson -> paya lebar -> tampines -> bedok.

"nobody's gonna believed you drove on the expressway with an L-plate"
"oh okay, why?"
"because you're not supposed to drive on expressways with an L-plate, my dear girl"
"WTH!!??"
"its okay, its sunday."
"what has this gotta do with sundays!??"
"sundays, we break the law and ma da never come catch us because this is life."


there were times i nearly didn't break in time and he went: oh, its not your fault. its the other driver's fault. terrible terrible drivers. their driving instructor definitely isn't me. you, my girl are fantastic! see how you navigate the sharp turns!


HAHAHAHHAHAHA, he's the best "confidence building" instructor EVAR!!

i now have this impression that all driving instructors are abit strange.
the first one sang songs & spouted poems.
now this?

what have we next sia.

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