I laughed till I cried…
I laughed till I cried…
Last night, I thought I heard the tyres of a lorry exploded or something. I ignored and chose to carry on with whatever I was doing, mainly reading Eric Weiner’s Geography of Bliss, in bliss.
Then I heard sirens. Another emergency perhaps. And continued reading and was actually laughing gleefully at all those hilarious anecdotes.
Today, I read that the exploded tyres were actually gun shots. And a youth robber was killed. In any other events, this would be just another crime news in the papers. But this time, this news is not news. It was an incident two streets behind our home. And the one attacked is a neighbour. This is getting a tad freaky.
And I am supposed to be living in a very safe neighbourhood.
Some last kopek greetings…
On the eve of the much awaited driving exam, the husband gave me the key to the manual little Kelisa we borrowed and told me to drive around the neighbourhood and to show him how prepared I was for the exam.
5 min later, he told me if he was the assigned tester, he would fail me immediately. Changing gear was not properly done, didn’t check the car properly, no checking of blindspots, panicked when a car was driving up behind me and started pressing everything at one go and all the works. He asked me if my instructor gave me a checklist what to do for the exam? I told him I was given none. He got angry part 1. He asked me why I didn’t check the blindspot while driving? I told him ‘Huh? must check blindspot? I never do that and instructor never corrected me…’ He got angry part 2. He asked how many parking lesson I went through? ‘One only..’ He got angry part 3.
To cut the story short, he told me, don’t go for the exam. “You are not ready”. And he went to the driving school himself the next morning to tell the instructor off, for sending a student who was obviously not ready for exam, to the exam. The typical mat my instructor was, shrugged and gave the nonchalant reply of ‘ She finished her package whaaat. Finish package go for exam lah!’
It made the husband really pissed. And I didn’t sit for the exam. And the mat has to book for me another exam date. And the husband found the answer to this forever bewildering answer as to why there are too many bad drivers in Malaysia.
1. Complete basic package, go for exam 2. If pass good, continue driving with the bad habits which we learnt from the instructor (my instructor didn’t put on the seatbelt when picking me up and driving to the practice place, nor did he wear the seatbelt when sending me home, sms and used the handphone while driving etc) 3. And if desperate enough for a driving ‘lesen’, there are testers who would actually accept under the table money : read: rasuah to let you buy a ‘lesen’.
When a person with a phobia of driving almost as a birth right, was asked to drive in Kuala Lumpur’s after office hours peak traffic, in the heavy rain and in the midst of lorries and school buses.
Extreme stomach crunching which produced the intense urgency to fart, but suppressed for fear of killing the driving instructor, which in turn manifested in the urgency to poo, pee and puke all at the same time. All along driving in the heavy rain, in the midst of heavy traffic and alongside big lorries.
Post stress coping mechanism: Fever
Date of the dreaded: Monday 19th September 2011
Current anxiety level : 12.5 /10
As far as possible, I would try to keep my online identity as it is, an online identity. Hence the very lack of my personal photos in here. Blogging has given me the opportunity to meet really some wonderful personalities online who share their lives with me from a distance. Sometimes I learn from their experiences, sometimes they inspire me and sometimes, we share a good laugh and shoulders to cry on–all online of course.
A few days ago, I met one such blogger whom I have connected with through this blog and hers for a few years already. We share a common passion for reading, a couple common friends in real life and I guess, a passion for writing (otherwise we won’t be blogging, right?).
I knew how she looks like. She has been generous in posting pictures of her athletic self on her blog and her well-toned biking body. For someone 2 generations ahead of m, that is simply admirable. I don’t know if I have that kind of stamina or discipline to train that much once age is catching up on me. We arranged to meet at KLCC. She called me from DOMES. When I arrived, I knew who to look out for. When I saw her, dang! It was as though we have known each other forever. Actually, that was actually our ‘first date’.
Kak Siti, it was a nice meeting. Thanks for sharing all that you shared. You are simply inspirational!
The hot season can only mean one thing in this hot and humid country we live in. Mosquitoes. We have been having bad mozzy problems for a couple of months already and I have bite marks all over my body for souvenirs. We have tried everything to combat the problem, from anti mosquito mats to lemongrass oils to lemongrass/citronella candles. All seemed to be working for a while until them mozzies built immunity within their bodies, only to come back fiercer and more blood thirsty. They made me cranky for the lack of sleep. And for the itchiness. UNTIL…
I was brought to the attention of from the sales book my husband was reading. In it, there was a quote which says
If you think you are too small to make a difference or to create an impact, try being in a room with just ONE mosquito
And that quote simply nailed it right into my brain. So it was a lesson HE wanted me to learn after all. That no one or none of HIS creation is too small for anything big. A mosquito killed the arrogant King Nimrod for goodness sake. And we are giants compared to them mozzies annoying us every night. And yet, the impact they created upon me and my body was substantial to cause me such misery.
We are too small to do anything? I was proven wrong this Ramadan when a good student of IIUM from Singapore created a ripple effect which produced a substantially massive result. All she wanted to do was to get 35 people who read her blog to donate $10 each, to raise $350 to help a handicap-able society in Singapore purchase ONE Braille Quran for the blind Muslims in Singapore. She put up her appeal on her Tumblr and FB and spoke about it to personal friends. Soon the very people who read her blog and FB went about collecting their own donation for the Braille Quran Project and lo and behold, by the end of Ramadan last weekend, she managed to collect enough to purchase TEN Braille Qurans for the association.
Hence these annoying mosquitoes had actually taught me a thing or two. Firstly, we are never too small to make an impact on any good cause. Secondly, life is not meant to be fatalistic. When there is a problem, there are many different ways to seek solutions. Everyone has a choice and giving up is not one of them.
So thank you dear mosquitoes. I still hate you though. Very much.