Shit Shit Shit. Today's exam did NOT go well. I should've read the instructions and question better. Should not have written something that I'm not sure about. This is gonna cost me a lot. *sigh*.. No use looking back now.
While I was busy facebooking, my mum called and asked me to pick her and my sister up as they have finished their solat hajat for the UPSR candidates at my sister's school . It was night by the way, around 10 pm. So me and my brother got in the car, and I drove to the school.
I was driving along this one particular road. The left side of the road was full off parked cars, due to the restaurants by the roadside, so I drove on the right lane. As I was driving, my brother suddenly shouted out, "CAT!!" I looked in front, and saw a lil kitten, barely a few weeks old, just standing there in the middle of the road. I quickly swerved around him, missing it by a few inches. I let out a sigh of relief. But as I looked back, there are other cars oncoming behind me. Will they be able to avoid hitting the kitten? With this lingering thought on my mind, I drove on.
*this is not the actual kitten*
When I got home, I retold this story to my dad. He said 'Why didn't you stop and picked the kitten up off the road?' This struck me hard. Why didn't I stop?
I'm sorry kitten. I never thought of saving you. That is my greatest regret. I hope you are still alive and kicking.
Even though I got my license, I had NEVER drove a car without being chaperoned.
My father says; You're still inexperienced. You have to get used to driving during the night, rain, traffic jams, in shopping malls, reverse parking,..... ( a whole lot of other things that I can't remember). Bottom line is, I can't drive alone, not until he says I'm ready (the meaning of 'ready' in this sentence is unclear).
BUT, these past few days, I have been able to borrow the car to go out 'beraya' with my friends. It seems that he is starting to believe in my driving capabilities. He even let me drive the family car just now.
Hmm, is this the beginning of my driving independence? Let's hope so.
Tickets are sold out. People have bought them days, weeks, months even in preparation to go home to their respective 'kampung' for raya. The air is abuzz with the excitement of the families who long to go home to meet their parents, grandparents, great grandparents and respective kins. For those traveling by private vehicles, plans were made and routes were chosen to avoid traffic and decide the quickest way to arrive at the kampung. Not forgetting, the never ending war between spouses who lives at different ends of the country, desperate to persuade the other half to agree to follow them to their home this year.
Aaahh, unfortunately, these are things which I could not relate too. Being a native of Gombak for 4 generations made me unable to enjoy the so called 'joy' of 'balik kampung', as my all my relatives tend to flock around the areas of Selangor and Kuala Lumpur. Because of this, people call me 'kampungless'. Oh, they so love to boast of the excitement and fun of eid at their kampung to me, telling the thing that I'm missing, hoping to make me jealous.
Pffffttt, who cares. I, and other so called 'kampungless' individuals, enjoy privileges that you people could never obtain.
1. We see each other on a regular basis. We always organise family gatherings, and everyone attends as they all live nearby. No need to wait for a whole year to gather the whole clan.
2. We save ourselves from the tension and fatigue that you people have to endure due to traffic, fuel and toll money, and long hours of travel. We get to enjoy our raya stress-free.
3. No need for endless arguements to decide whose kampung we're going to this year. Less stress on marriages.
4. After a long day of visiting houses, we get to relax at OUR house, and sleep on OUR own COMFY bed.
5. Since everyone live so close, we usually finish meeting our relatives in 3-4 days. After that, we just enjoy kicking back at home, waiting for relatives and friends to come to our house, and even have time to organise open houses.
6. No embarrassing moments where you forget who's who.