When and if I finally trick the Motor Association into giving me my license, the first thing I’m going to do is label the engine wtih useful little notes. This is the starter. Or Maybe check the water valve? And maybe This is a useful car part: DO NOT REMOVE! Because I realised, while shining the flashlight at the mechanical jumble, that a car engine, to me, is like the sentence that runs through my head whenever I watch pathetic Philippine cinema’s adolescent talentless actors (those who sadly possess only 2 facial expressions: the “I-am-cute-enough-for-the-camera” expression and “Who needs talent when I’m wearing my Girbaud shirt” expression) act in local TV sitcoms: that sentence is “I don’t understand this shit, at all.”
