in light of lunarnode's gig which commences in 10 hours' time, i want to say - i started my bbdc journey, the route to attaining a car license, in the month of march. i was exploring unknown territory then, not having driven a car before. i wanted to start off this journey with a bang, like that in cerveceria, but found out things weren't as smooth going as i thought it would be - in fact, i became less enthusiastic, as my instructor drone on and on about the theories of driving. i think i had contracted narcolepsy in this period of time. i was lazing off, reluctant to for my lessons. i wanted to get past this stage, and move on the next. in my Final Theory Evaluation, i met with a serious problem. my time escaped tremendously, and instead of paying $3.21 for an evaluation, i paid eight times that amount. from the first to seventh time i had failed, i felt depressed each time i learnt that i'd have to return to take the evaluation once again. on the eighth try, i completed by evaluation with a pass of 94%. this has taught me to learn to always void the negative. LAME.

2 days back, i took my place in the driver's seat proper, and almost got a cramp in my left thigh after 40 minutes of circling round the circuit. the first instruction my instructor instructed (okay not funny) me was to adjust my seat so that i am in a comfortable position. can imagine i recline my seat backwards, release the zipper on pants, remove the smelly zapatos, and give him a thumbs up and say, "wah comfortable." then light a stick and wait for his fist to land on my cheeks. i didn't move my seat, and gave him a nod. then when he told me i had to be able to fully depress the clutch before i have a proper seating adjustment, i think i shifted 13 km in front, break through the windscreen, and could almost touch the tail lights of the car in front. i had to move so much further in front before i could fully depress the clutch pedal, and having a less flat stomach didn't help much at all. the tummy was almost touching the steering wheel, my left leg, when clutched in, was feeling a sharp muscle tension. and the saturday-morning people at the ayer rajah can offer you a good and detailed insight when the joey gets a leg cramp. not nice, not pleasant - i let out a scream so loud, the people at underoath and static lullaby might offer me a singing contract. the instructor told me to rev the engine up to 2000rpm/min, and to hold the accelarator at that position. easier said than done. one last thing i ought to rant about before i go look for some food and grow fat - i looked around the circuit at least 3 times, before i realise the car i was in was the only one with the hazard lights on. WHY AH, ISIT BECAUSE THE INSTRUCTOR THINKS I'M A LOUSY DRIVER.? 

but seriously, i kept envisioning myself in a car, and i tell you, i'm gna get all thick-skinned here and say I THINK I LOOK FUCKING CUTE IN ONE.!

... and the only thing i can tell you about school is, it was repetitive. HA what can you expect a repeat student to say.? it's back to the stick and planar models once again. but it felt really good when the previous year's classmates came and asked me for lunch. very nice and warm. the indian food tasted sweeter (crap, all the stinking mutton mixed with thick curry gravy, diu ley with the sweeter).