Poot-Poot Car

My hand itches to blog and I know I have been neglecting this blog of mine for too long. I have been slacking way too far and as of now, I didn’t know where should I pick up where I left off :P. I am torn between to blog about random stuff or to blog chronologically, which requires me to jog my memory for the past one year, since November 2011. To spare my mind and energy concentrating with another two assignments on hand, I chose the former. Besides, Instagram is my new playground now :P People who know me well especially my family members, the boss, extended family members, friends and colleagues know that I am lousy with driving. Papa quoted that “driving is an art” while I find it more like an obligation :P.  I got my driver’s license after completing my highschool, 2 days shy before joining National Service in Feb 2004 and conveniently inherited my mom’s manual transmission Toyota Corolla. That was 8 years and 8 months back to be exact as of today (post was drafted on 141012).

Unlike many of my friends, I wasn’t ecstatic the moment I earned my license with one time attempt and I wasn’t mentally prepared to drive on the road either. I do drive occasionally prior to this but with a company and it has been my papa who is willing to take over the duty all the time on a manual. I don’t remember if I had driven alone with a manual vehicle before. In fact, I had never :P. But I do remember vividly that there was once I was so eager to drive to the uni when I first entered, simply because I haven’t got the hang about how the uni’s shuttle bus works, or simply because I am such a scaredy-cat! :P I talked that over to papa, and then he tested me several times. But, dad disallowed me and he said that I wasn’t ready yet. But, once I got accustomed to the uni’s shuttle bus, my mojo to drive was buried until another four good years. 

Afer my graduation, papa realized that I have to pick up driving again before I start to hunt for job. Thus, he has been training me very intensively. Earlier this year, he got me a new poot-poot with auto transmission this round. I was over the moon and I adored my new poot-poot car so much, simply because it was mine. All mine :). It took me several months to practice maneuvering this poot-poot car of mine before embarking the road all by my own. My driving mojo was elevated again but on the other hand, I cringed upon the idea  of getting across the roundabout and making U-turning at a junction without a traffic light were among my biggest fear and I have a number of daunting moments due to my absent-mindedness, oblivion and very lousy sense-of-direction. A single post isn't sufficient to list 'em all :P. When I started working in March 2012, I was still chauffeured-driven to work mostly by my sis, papa and occasionally my mom. That time, my car served mainly as my furry friend’s sleeping spot at home :) 

On 2nd July 2012, I finally garnered up just-enough courage to drive unaccompanied to work. Personally, I regarded that as a huge milestone for myself. I remember vividly that I maintained fastest at the speed of 60kmh and I didn’t even dare to switch on the radio throughout the first week :P. As of now, I am slowly taking driving as a routine and occasionally I will chauffeur my mom to work or to run some errands for papa. They can now heave a sigh of relief in my opinion despite knowing that she bears more stress as a passenger than being my driver. Hehehe. Not forgetting, I can finally virtually pick the boss up from the airport whenever he comes over instead of going up the cab together each time I picked him up and am looking forward to pick up some very important visitors in December :P What has not changed, I still keep up with the habit to mute my radio upon approaching the city centre’s roundabout :P.