I can be seen on the road occasionally. While I am no expert driver like what’s-his-name, I must say *ahem* I am a pretty good driver. I have NEVER honk. I have never hit someone else’s car in the rear or leave a scratch mark on someone else’s car at 1U parking lot like what some of my friends did. I always have my signals on when I turn. Heck, I did not even bribe my way to obtain my license.
You might consider doing one of the followings:
1. Stone me by putting a curse on me
2. Call me “bastard” or a**-hole, or its permutations
3. Recite Aesop’s fables and mystical tales about princes and princesses to remind me about the consequences that eventually befell the ungrateful child
4. Remind me of the ones who gave me life
5. Convince my mum to leave me by the gas station, like what Bree Van de Kamp did to Andrew (if you watch Desperate Housewives)
But screw obliged affection - my maternal grandfather is a jerk.
[With rumblings of distant thunder in the background, coupled with flashes of lightning.]
The author has acquired a new habit lately - talking to and getting acquainted with random strangers. His latest and most memorable conversation was with a salesman who possesses the wisdom to question the status quo.
This open letter is a dedication to Jun from SEED at Mid Valley.
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