birdshit and big decisions
How how how?....
Sigh. I've been putting off whether or not to postpone my driving test by a couple of months so I can go for church camp in June. i'd initially pretty much decided to forgo the camp and try to get my license instead.
Why am I so desperate to get that license? Because every single one of my friends seems to have already gotten their license. They're all happily driving around and talking about it and all I can do is say, "oh i have a military license". Bleah. Dammit, even my younger sister can drive already! And she had to take four tests to pass but she's still got it way before me!!! ARGH! She doesn't even seem to acknowledge the presence of an accelerator! Never tries to realise the car's full potential. I know its only a nissan sunny but I know shes dying to be pushed! She wants to hear her engine roar and then purr in sweet satisfation. Sigh.
Anyway yesterday during cell, we watched a video on knowing God's will for your life by Dr James Dobson. It was quite interesting, but the part that struck me most was when he said that God will not tolerate 2nd place. When I heard that, something went boom smack pow bang pfft inside of me. Something said, ok decision time zac. Your call.
So I did it. This morning I changed my test date from 11 June to 23 August. 2 and a half months difference. And somehow at church today everyone seemed to keep talking about driving. My parents and sis had the expected reaction. (SMLJ!!!) Or something like that.
I don't know. I just don't.
Anyway yesterday night was damn funny. Gabe parked under this tree at the somerset MRT carpark and the very second he got out, he kena 1x birdshit on his arm. but I think there wasn't anywhere else to park. After dota he was friggin worried. Not sure whether we'd have to dig the car out from under a mountain of shit. Well we got the fright of out lives when we got to the car. It was COVERED. SPLATTERED. ARTILLERY BOMBARDED. with birdshit. Like some jackass went mad with a paintball machine gun full of pigeon poo. We all rushed madly to take cover inside.
Going for the car wash was even funnier. We all thought the people manning the wash would start giving us the evil eye but they all acted like it was all in a days work. Eh acutally its quite cool to be sequestered in a car with your friends while some guy lathers up all the windows and you look like you're snowed in. Or gay. Ok ignore that. Anyway, they only hint that they acknowledged the car was an 'exceptional' case was when one of the guys asked us ' ni men gang chong bird park chu lai ah?'
This is a long post.
Sigh. I've been putting off whether or not to postpone my driving test by a couple of months so I can go for church camp in June. i'd initially pretty much decided to forgo the camp and try to get my license instead.
Why am I so desperate to get that license? Because every single one of my friends seems to have already gotten their license. They're all happily driving around and talking about it and all I can do is say, "oh i have a military license". Bleah. Dammit, even my younger sister can drive already! And she had to take four tests to pass but she's still got it way before me!!! ARGH! She doesn't even seem to acknowledge the presence of an accelerator! Never tries to realise the car's full potential. I know its only a nissan sunny but I know shes dying to be pushed! She wants to hear her engine roar and then purr in sweet satisfation. Sigh.
Anyway yesterday during cell, we watched a video on knowing God's will for your life by Dr James Dobson. It was quite interesting, but the part that struck me most was when he said that God will not tolerate 2nd place. When I heard that, something went boom smack pow bang pfft inside of me. Something said, ok decision time zac. Your call.
So I did it. This morning I changed my test date from 11 June to 23 August. 2 and a half months difference. And somehow at church today everyone seemed to keep talking about driving. My parents and sis had the expected reaction. (SMLJ!!!) Or something like that.
I don't know. I just don't.
Anyway yesterday night was damn funny. Gabe parked under this tree at the somerset MRT carpark and the very second he got out, he kena 1x birdshit on his arm. but I think there wasn't anywhere else to park. After dota he was friggin worried. Not sure whether we'd have to dig the car out from under a mountain of shit. Well we got the fright of out lives when we got to the car. It was COVERED. SPLATTERED. ARTILLERY BOMBARDED. with birdshit. Like some jackass went mad with a paintball machine gun full of pigeon poo. We all rushed madly to take cover inside.
Going for the car wash was even funnier. We all thought the people manning the wash would start giving us the evil eye but they all acted like it was all in a days work. Eh acutally its quite cool to be sequestered in a car with your friends while some guy lathers up all the windows and you look like you're snowed in. Or gay. Ok ignore that. Anyway, they only hint that they acknowledged the car was an 'exceptional' case was when one of the guys asked us ' ni men gang chong bird park chu lai ah?'
This is a long post.
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