Singapore has crazy roads.i think a ride home in the mrt is more peaceful than taking a ride back in my dad's car, albeit longer. holy hell, here's some of the stuff you'll hear and feel when you try doing the heart-stopping act of driving through a bunch of retarded non-signal-showing, slow-as-a-snail-moving drivers in Geylang, when its peak hours.
me:...dad: this guy, moving so slowly, hai.beep,beep.dad:why is that guy leaving such a big gap(between him and the car in front)? silence for a moment.BEEP! BEEEEEEEEP!dad: BLOODY IDIOT! [tyre screeching sounds]me:...[my balls are scared off]dad:now the taxi drivers, really damn one kind. stop in the middle of the road again. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!dad:bloody hell, shit you la. horn at me some more.BEEEEEEP! BEEEEP!dad: this guy turn dont know how to show signal, bloody hell.me: errrr.. yeah.that is really not very pleasant. but exhilarating. you should try it one day. Geylang is best for hthis sort of stuff. wow. but luckily, no vulgarities. (: