Feeling very sinful now. Just had two servings of ice-cream toasts, and one big portion of Uncle Miki’s cheese cake as my deserts! Still have my main course of fried beehoon to follow. :razz: Never mind lah, can always skip dinner tomorrow. Anyway, this entry isn’t about my gluttony. This is going to be about my PSOD which stands for Poor Sense Of Direction.

I have an appalling cognitive problem with roads and streets. It is in fact so comically atrocious that my husband always has to drive me to the destination first in order for me to memorise the route! Luckily for me, this is Singapore which is only 647.5 sq km in area.

Well, today I made another good display of such atrocity. I had Zuzu drive me to SP as I must learn how to get there and home because I have to be there next Tuesday, all by myself. But I realised that I still have a very faint idea of how to get there after the scouting trip. Bah.

I started out very determined to memorise the direction but somehow midway, my PSOD brain drifted off. And just when I was about to reach the destination, it regained consciousness but it was already too late. I was left wondering how I got to where I was.

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I sometimes get the places mixed up too. Like the last time when I was supposed to have a meeting at Science Centre. I even got that wrong. I told Zuzu to drive to Science Park and we searched the whole park but couldn’t find the building. I only realised we were at the wrong location all together when I checked the address again. This is how I earned the dubious title of a Superduper Blur Queen!

And that’s not all.

Twice, I got lost trying to pick Zuzu up from his overseas trip. First incident was when I got lost trying to get to the airport from town, and by the time Zuzu arrived in Singapore, I was nowhere near the airport. So he had to take a taxi home. The second was the memorable Ramsgate (not Watergate) incident.

I was supposed to pick up Zuzu from Beach Road as he had gone to KL on a coach. So I confidently told him I will have no problem to pick him up even though he was pretty skeptical. “Aiyah, I’m very familiar with Beach Road, no sweat okay!” I bragged. Then guess what? I got lost because I made an early turn and ended up somewhere on East Coast. Precisely, this road by the name of Ramsgate, with my baby and maid in tow. I had to call Zuzu for help. Told him he was to take a taxi to Ramsgate to PICK ME UP. Of course he was fuming lah. I was supposed to pick him up in the first place. He finally arrived in a taxi and we finally got home, but not before I got a earful from him.

For a person with such poor orientation, you wouldn’t believe if I told you I survived in US driving by myself to the office many years ago. Well, I couldn’t believe my abilities too. All thanks to this technology call GPRS. Otherwise, I would surely have to clocked various miles to get to the nearest U-turn.

Talking about U-turn, I must share this story about an old acquaintance, Sharon, whose PSOD is severely higher than mine.

Many years ago, she drove me home after one of our nights out. I fell asleep and woke up in a startle to find that we were in my district but she was heading in the wrong direction. So I told her to make a U-turn to get back on course. End of story for that night. Now, some weeks later, we were out again and she drove a few of us home. I was to be the first to be dropped off. She valiantly announced that she knew how to get to my house, so I didn’t bother to give her any directions. When we were quite close to my place, she detoured and made that same U-turn!!! I realised after a few seconds that she thought that was THE WAY to get to my place. We were hysterical! Muahahahahahaha.

So I am sure it’s not just me with PSOD. Sharon has it, and I believe scores of women have it too!