Some lady drivers are totally ungracious! They’re the culprits who give female drivers the bad rep! Seriously, do they think the world revolves around them or what?

So the day after my bang, naturally I was still recovering from whatever “aftershocks” I had. I drove more carefully, and exercised more caution especially when I had to park the car.

At this regular carpark I visit for my weekly marketing trip, I spotted a lot and ventured to reverse park. I was a tad slower than usual because I wanted to ensure that my car wouldn’t bump into the two cars beside the slot. As my car started to enter rear in first, I heard a honk. Because I was concentrating so much on my parking, I had a shock. I wasn’t sure who honked but I was sure it was at me. Anyway, I continued and as I was completing my parking, I realised it was a lady driver on my right who had honked at me because she was impatient to get out.

I stopped whatever I was doing and gave her a good glare. No eye contact though since I was in my sunnies. The woman started gesturing with her hands, seemingly to ask me “what”? I didn’t want to pick a quarrel but I wasn’t happy that she had to honk at me just because I was a couple of seconds slower. I mean, I reversed park in just one attempt, only slower! So I mouthed these words to her: “What the fuck did you have to honk at me for?”

She was still gesturing madly in her car while I leisurely switched off my engine and then prepared to get off. In the meantime, she drove out of her lot but she stopped her car at a distance. I got out, took a look at her small car and then walked off. No, she didn’t come chasing after me. Good for her.

If she did, I knew exactly what to say to her to make her face red with anger.

I think the message didn’t come out right to the recipient especially this being the lunar 7th month. No wonder my husband sent me a few messages and tried calling me frantically after receiving the sms. He even sent me a message asking if I needed him to rescue me.

Well, I absent mindedly parked into a vacant lot head in first. Then I absent mindedly crashed into the wall. The impact caused not just a scratch and a dent, but the bumper to come off. My colleague took a look and went OMG.

It was the loud bang that made me realized that I had an accident. And the first thing that came to my mind was what the Hokkiens say, “bang sure got sound one.”

A while ago, I was commenting to my husband that it is unbelievable that an ex-colleague found her five-year-old irritating. I could tell from her face that she wasn’t joking when she said that. In fact, she even warned me that this is quite typical. And of course I didn’t believe her. I mean, my boy is so cute and lovable. Irritating?

But guess what?

He’s beginning to get on my nerves. I find him obnoxious, rude and irritating. Yes, IRRITATING! Oh gosh. How can I say this about my own child? But, it’s true! I even mentioned it to his psychologist, wondering if the traits are part of his condition, or if they’re normal for most five-year-olds.

I told my husband that I’m currently “tolerating” the boy and I hope it’s just a passing phase. My tolerance has a boundary. Let’s hope he won’t have to cross it.

My FIL is fairly impatient and has quite a temper.  Often, when we’re alone together like last week when I gave him a lift home, he’ll share his heroic stories about how he stood up against unreasonable customers or bullies.  While listening to him, I often wonder if my husband would turn up to be like his dad when he’s older.  Like father, like son?

In fact, I’ve already noticed similiar traits and have voiced my concerns.  The man of course assured me he’s unlike his dad but who is to say what can happen 10 or 20 years down the road.  Like I told my son, a volcano may be inactive now, but it doesn’t mean it won’t erupt later!  Moreoever,  I’ve had a taste of his explosive outburst before and least to say, it’s frightening.

Like I wrote in this entry what happens when love grows old, I don’t want to end up like my MIL, who is always complaining about their relationship.  Neither do I want to take the extreme approach of someone I knew who divorced the husband because she saw the mirror image emerging.   I want to have a decent marital relationship into old age!

So I’m secretly hoping that the man’s affectionate side would prevail.

And while I’m writing this, I’m also reminding myself.  Beware of my own mirror image too!

What’s your name?  Sesame.  Surname?  Seed.  HUH?  Sesame Seed!!!  Are you sure?  That’s your REAL name?

I get this quite a bit these days.  People asking questions about my name because they want to send me a press invite or products for review at my organic beauty blog. 

Sesame Seed was a name I picked for this blog in line with the casserole theme.  Since I was planning on blogging about the itsy bitsy teeny weeny bits of my life, I thought the ingredient was a good pseudonym.  However, it looks like the name is a bit of a joke now especially since I’m beginning to take my beauty blogging pretty seriously.  I can imagine the sniggers that went behind that label.  And I frankly don’t want to wear a press tag that says Sesame Seed unless it’s a beauty food event!

I guess I would have picked a different name altogether if I’ve begun with Viva Woman instead.  But now, I’m kind of stuck with this blogging identity.  Actually Sesame isn’t such a bad name isn’t it?  Just remove the Seed and I’ll be less of a laughing stock.

By the way, I called myself Takoyo when I was publishing my J-pop website many years ago. No prizes for guessing why.