Friday: 9 hours, 5 cities, 1 flat tire, 3 almost-flat tires, 3 people, 2 with empty stomachs, 1 with fever, 2 bowls of congee, 20 jellos in 5 minutes, 2.5 hours to get there, 1 hour to get back, 3 accidents witnessed, 269.8 kilometres. So we were supposed to have some activies and get Francis home. But Francis was sick, really sick, so we scratched some activities and left with the "essential" ones like shopping at TNT and having dinner. The traffic jam was horrible. For once, I really felt strained from the driving, even though I wasn't sleepy at all. Anyway, once a month shouldn't be too bad...

I really don't like some other people's suggestion that I should drive more like Torontonians, whatever that means, as if driving like Torontonians is the only way to drive. Sure I drive slower than others and stop at traffic lights earlier than others, but is that really a problem? I saw at least three traffic accidents on Friday in Toronto, and I should drive more like them? Sorry, no...

(From something that happened last week...) Apparently when I say "no" to my mom, it means "yes."