This confession is not going to make me look good. I used to drive fast. Used to. And FAST. Granted my current top speed limit is 100 kmph right now (with kids, the limit goes down to 80 kmph), itās hard to see that side of me now. I remember very clearly when I was in college and having just gotten my driverās license, I thought I was pretty good at navigating a rough bend. I thought it was pretty cool too to catch up with the big rough guys on highways in my fatherās run-down Peugeot (that is about a MILLION YEARS OLD with a broken carburetor) just to see the look of surprise on their faces and occasionally, when the mood hits me, I reward them with a middle finger.
And it didnāt do me any good either that my then-boyfriend (ahemā¦.you know who you are) was a fast driver as well. Not just fast because if I was fast, he and his gang were faster. What was the name you guys had for your gang already ah? Pak Rempit, right? :-) Anyway, when these guys head out for their usual racing sessions, I would sit in the passenger seat busy cheering him on, occasionally throwing stuff out of the window at the guys behind or maybe flashing them my famous finger as well. I get as wild as to climb halfway out of the window just to cheese them off. Fear was never there.
Thinking about it now makes me worry about myself lest my wild young self decide to make a reappearance in my current life. Ha ha haā¦..
I worry about the young today because of the rising number of traffic accidents in highways and other roads as well. Particularly motorcyclist who foolishly think that they are damn good and are invincible. They zip in and out of lanes without a care in the world. Never anticipating anything to happen to them in the event that someone (or themselves) was careless. One split moment is all it takes. Yet, these bloody people on bikes can smoke, chat on the phone and sometimes text messages some more when theyāre riding their bikes? Donāt they know what road safety is all about?
And the other thing that bothers me is that parents sometimes take their kids to and from school on their bikes. I understand that not everyone can afford a car but at least put the helmets on your kids lah! And I loathe the sight of a parent riding with their kids swinging in the back as they throttle on. Some of them are as young as six or eight, maybe. Helmetless and just hanging on to their parentās shirt in the backā¦.At least, they should put their kids in front of them. Sometimes, they have more than two kids on the same bike, can you imagine that? As in three child pillion riders and one adult on a bike spells nothing but T.R.O.U.B.L.E.
I think the new government should hire vans or buses to bring these kids to and from school free of charge instead of letting the parents endanger the kidsā lives like that! If the government said that we all have to pay a little bit to help bring these kids to and from school, then OK, I contribute.
And I donāt understand how some parents can allow their seven or eight year old kids to walk to school all alone, crossing highways and such??!! Whereās the sense? Didnāt a recent advertisement on television just reminded us that childrenās viewd are not as good as oursā¦not to mention their judgment of distance and speed!?
Bikes, kids, speeding demons and careless motoristsā¦..sigh. Such is our culture. But then again, who am I to talk, right? All I can say is that Iāve been there, done that and am thanking my lucky stars that I am still here today writing this blog entry.
I was kind of a little sad when I read the news about this - there will be no live-in Indonesian maids in Malaysia anymore . There are pros and cons to having a live-in maid, as with everything else, but for us, we enjoyed more pros than cons. Back then, when my kids were little, we brought in a family of maids to help with...well, just about everything, and we were like two families merged into one. They ate what we ate, we sleep, they sleep, we shop, they shop, they joke, we laugh, we joke, they laugh...for me, the maid I hired was more like a sister and side-kick to me. For that few years, I was dependent on her to mind-read my schedule and when I need or don't need help. She picked things up quickly and we ended up having lots of moments whereby we were in sync. Today, two of them are on my Facebook and we were gleefully chatting over Facebook Messenger since they've just discovered the wonders of the Internet and Social Media. Since we were more like partners in crim...
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When we are young, we think nothing can destroy us. We also have less fear. I too have been there, done that when I was able to fly my parents' nest.
Looking back, I feel truly blessed that I am alive today.
I believe I am blessed too because I've done so many insane things that I don't know whether to be happy about them or not. I sure as hell gave my parents their high blood pressures, that's for sure.