Tourist Destination no.1

You'd never guess it.
Yesterday was night market. And wonderful and crazy things happened.
Never thought i'd trust anyone with my car. If i had one. But it seems karma is different. It's telling me "Share your goddamn car! in future, that is." haha I've learnt one thing: don't judge a person before you even know him. I'm pretty proud to say the Uncle from Chili Padi is a COOL DUDE! that's right, free advertising to the nice the good men out there. He let us use his nice CR-V sport for the day. and guess who drove?...no Guess! no, wrong. no, wrong again. it's me. dumbass.
Anyway, hahamuahaha i still can't get over driving. and almost backing into a van (OOPS). if anyone tells uncle this, i'll strangle you till your lifeless body dangles from the 5th floor of 166 Flinders St.

So life's like that, unpredictable at best, but where's the fun in monotony anyway?
like a friend said, if bad (or strange, for that matter) things didn't happen, we wouldn't have stories to tell, and we would be boring grandparents, and we don't want that do we? all the nursing-home blues and wandering-the-streets days.... (ok i made the last bit up)

Sometimes bad things are even good for your soul. It's like a road trip. You hit a kangaroo, you laugh it off. Your car swerves dangerously while a trailer overtakes you, and you try to laugh it off. You realize you're not driving TO anywhere, but rather you're driving AWAY from your destination, your purpose. Can't laugh at that one. Gotta cry it off your chest. But in the end of all things, even roads don't last forever, and you gotta do a U and come back to reality. Except this time you make sure you keep some of that good kangaroo steak (it sells for 26bucks per 200g, trust me, just ask the "Hard to get" crew), and you stick your middle finger at the asshole trailer while he's not looking, and you remember your break is over, but your life is not. And you go back and make the world better, so your grandkids can say what an awesome grandad or grandmom (i'm trying to be politically correct) you are. That's that. And maybe, the next time you need a road trip, my number is 0411028588. If i'm dead, bring me in your trunk anyway, you never know when you need a good bone in the car. (OMG did i just say that?? yes i did *grinz* )

Unlike most people say, friends do come and go. Better grab them before they vanish. grab where, depends on your want of a good ol slap.

Over and Out.