- There are great demands from the hippocampus for directions and measurement estimations, which I am not particularly a master of.
- I thank God for giving me a very patient dad. I am treated as an adult and I don’t feel like a n00b at all. Except when I press on the brakes too hard, too quickly. Like a knee-jerk reaction when I see a dog from three feet away. (Cue applause.)
- I completely understand when my dad/my female boss/my brother, at times, ignores my stories while driving.
- I am amazed at the accomplishment of singing Blondie’s “One Way or Another” while driving. Complete with key changes and such. Like a baws.
- Imagine having to quickly change views: rear-view mirror, left side mirror, right side mirror, the road, dad. Intense. View of front passenger is unnecessary but unavoidable when the person begins to speak. Especially with me being the type who usually looks at the person talking in the eye. Thank God I am still alive.
- This short attention span of mine has to go. It has to go to a far, far away land called Improvement. (Whut.)
- St. Paul Road in Makati is a killer. We have double-parked cars on a two-lane road! And today at the end of that street during practice, I had the car wheel’s mags scratched against the sidewalk for trying to avoid the quick (SURRRPRISSEE!) apparition of a string of taxis entering the street.
- And another realization: driving is where I practice my faith the most. Good job, self! :)
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