Big big problems.

Now I have another big problem.

Yes. I have the passport to drive on roads now. I can drift whatever style I want, as long as the police or the speed camera don’t see.

I can even make the car fly over the kerb.

Anyway.

I’m facing a big big problem.

And only my dad can help me. After all, more than 30 years of driving experience. I can’t find any other suitable person to ask.

Now.

How to park the car sia? Now that there’s no parking poles.

Seriously. If he can fit a Class 5 truck into a normal parking lot for cars, surely he can help me with getting a normal car into a parking lot.

Edit @ 11.40pm, 17 July 2008:

Relax.

You are so enthusiastic sia. Somemore suan Mr Poon until like that.

I haven’t really have the chance to touch a steering recently.

But I believe my dad is a good teacher. People Class 5 leh. He can drive anything. From motorbikes to cranes.

I think he can drive a crane. But a crane is damn big.

Never mind lah. Let’s just see how lah.

I need to orientate myself on the roads as well.

Kavin. Let’s go Geylang.

Now durian season.

Don’t think dirty.

Edit @ 12.03pm, 17 July 2008:

Yeah. Durians.

My dad is a mad guy. He bought so much durians back.

Ended up I had to eat one whole durian and had no room for my dinner.

And now, there’s still a lot left in my house.

A durian a day keeps the ang mohs away.