"Bloody asshole! Duno how to drive, izzit?" *starts honking*
"Will you take a look at that bugger? Switching lanes like a drunk monkey." *virgous hand movement pointing to the drunk car infront*
"So slow.... must be a lady driver." *irriated look plus virgous hand movement, particularly the middle finger, when driver finally passes the slow car*
Words uttered by the seasoned driver, harden by years of travelling on the merciless streets of Singapore where patience seems to no longer exist. (okay,okay. Sg isnt tt bad. But with an increasing population of angry drivers, who is to say?)
However, this "seasoned" driver got his license no more than a mth ago. Sitting beside him and hearing him speak in angry-driver-language made me wonder whether he was born with a silver spoon steering wheel in his mouth hands.
I kept stealing glances at him while he drove and occasionally i broke out in fits of laughter. What made me act like ten retarded chimpazees again?
well, I just couldnt believe that the guy who has difficulty transporting himself from place to place on his two feet( trips over nothing while walking on the flatest pavement) is now transporting me home in a four-wheel vehicle.
As he drove past a police car, i half expected sirens to go off and the police after him for being underaged. After a highspeed chase and social skills on my part, he was let off on the account that he "drove to impress girlfriend"
My jo. The one who played "mary had a little lamb" over the phone for me. The one who picked cute little seashells for me. The one who daydreamed in his Amaths class about me(or so u told me). The one who wrote me letters with cartoon drawings of his lastest hairstyle. The one who said he wanted to grow up into adulthood as lovers with me.
And as i look at him pull away in his car, I wondered is jo growing up?
Licensed to grow up, we take our first step into adulthood.
afterword:
The above 3 quotes of angry seasoned driver was taken from my dad. Much to everyone's disappointment disbelief, Jo was not the one responsible for such irresponsible, bias and angry words. It was my dad.
