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 was pretty perturbed after reading the local news about the 16-year-old boy who had oral sex with the HIV-infected Singapore man. It was reported that his parents are not talking to him and if this is true, I wonder what’s going on in their minds.

Maybe I’ve been too affected by what’s happening around me, but really. Can’t they find a space in their hearts to forgive their own child and embrace him again? It’s not like he has committed a heinous crime and even if it is, he’s afterall their child isn’t it? If they cannot even accept him again, how is he going to find the courage to face the world on his own? He’s only 16!!!

Which brings me back to what’s been bugging me of late. If we cannot even go back home and receive some sort of emotional understanding and support in times of need, then WTF is a family for?

This is the whole trouble. Of why kids and teens would rather turn to their friends or people they barely know for support. And can you really blame them for getting misguided?

I didn’t quite like this comment I read on The Bag Page in Urban yesterday.  Coming from a matchmaker, I suppose she had to make a politically correct statement about what she promotes.   

I’m married and I have a kid.  I know a lot of people want the kind of happiness that I’m enjoying right now.  And that’s definitely one of the motivations for me to continue striving.

Does being married and having kids equal happiness?  Conversely, does it mean those who are not married and not having kids unhappy?  It’s funny for me to say it, but I say this is crap.  This is the kind of conventional thinking I abhor.  Like, you can only attain happiness if you live life a certain way.  Come on, let’s not be naive.  There are many ways to achieve happiness.  Don’t make marriage sounds like THE WAY because you just end up with more people being disillusioned about the institution when they find out it involves a lot more hard work.

Shit.  Maybe that’s why my single friends shun me.  Because the society has painted them into a corner and they think I, like the rest, think they’re miserable.  You know, on some days, I would happily trade places with them.  There’s a reason why they’re called the swinging singles.

We were talking about dialects yesterday and I suddenly realised that I can’t say for sure what dialect group my boy belongs to. 

Okay, he’s Teochew going by his dad but geez, I don’t think he’s going to speak a word of it in future.  I’m Hokkien but then again, apart from vulgarities, I don’t speak that dialect at home.  I only get to practise it with my mum or my brothers.  And already, we are struggling to teach him the Chinese language so how is it possible to even get him exposed to dialects? Even his grandparents speak to him in Chinese, not dialects.

I wonder if he still has to fill in his dialect group in future when completing official forms.  It would certainly be strange to have to write down a dialect group when he doesn’t get to use it at all.  Or should I say understand it all at.

One of the reasons I hate going to the wet market is because of the money.  The change that I get from the butcher, the fishmonger or the poultry seller are real grimy.  I would love to scrub them clean if I can.

In fact, come to think of it, except for new notes, all money becomes dirty after awhile, and are probably contaminated with some amount of bacteria.  Yet we never reject them, no matter how soiled they are.  I mean, have you heard anyone saying, “I don’t want the money because it’s dirty”?  Well I haven’t.

Ha. I can write contemptuously about money but of course I can’t live without it. Especially now that I need more of it for petrol.  And oh, to get pass that damn CTE gantry even after 9.30am.