Whooosaaahhh

I'd hate to broadcast this to the whole dabalyu.dabalyu.dabalyu (and my 3 readers in it), but since we're already "close" and we've been through a lot already, I'll tell it to you anyway:  I don't know how to drive.  We'll, I didn't until 2 weeks ago.  Trini's Tita, who's in the states right now, loaned us her car since nobody else uses it.  It’s a plus for me since I should already know how to drive before "Touchdown Australia" and a disadvantage because we need to save some money for again “T.A.” and having a car is like a having a materialistic girlfriend.  No money, No Happy.

I didn't realize how stressful it is to have a car.  Number 1 pain in the buttocks is parking.  I don't want to add parking space to our monthly expenses so we opted for the free first-come-first-serve space allotted for building visitors.  But it’s still inconvenient because I can't drive around and come back whenever I want to.  Number 2 is running costs.  The car is a Nissan Blue Bird two-point-fucking-zero Super Saloon.  And it just gurgled PHP 700 of gasoline just this weekend.  Plus the repairs which I don’t wanna fucking talk about.  On a lighter note, I was pleasantly surprised with how much a car wash costs.  Just a hundred pesoses for everything - shampoo, vacuum and tire black.  The wash guy was even surprised when I gave him a tip.  Or maybe I just don’t look like the tipper type.  But I’m still pissed, you know why?! I rained 3.56 seconds after the car wash.  I thought this kind of shit only happens in movies.  And lastly, driving itself is stressful.  You have to check the side mirrors.  You have to check rear view.  You should watch out for stooopid pedestrians.  You should look out for bicycles, scooters, tricycles and pedicabs who think they own the fucking road.  My profanity count is on its career high just last Friday.  WAAAAAAA!!!  DRIVING IS DRIVING ME NUTS!!!