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The One Thing That I Really Hate.

As I grow older (yeah I consider myself quite old now), there are less and less things that I’ll label as I really hate. I have started to look at things in different ways and oh well, life is short, why bother? :)

But today I realise there is one thing that I really hate. See these photos.

The owners of these cars were parking along the roadside with yellow line, waiting to pick up their kids from a school. Loving parents, yeah. But irresponsible parents too. The double-laned road had turned into single-laned and some of them who came a bit late even tried to park at the only movable lane left, causing a terrible traffic jam at the particular spot of the road.

I’ve always wondered if this is the school’s problem or the parents’ problem. I tried to recall the time when I was studying at the same school but I don’t remember my parents had ever done that. I always walked to a further location where my parents have space to wait without causing problem for others. I wonder if these kids actually have problem taking care of themselves within that 5-minute walking distance or their parents actually thought they have.

If you ask me, yes I honked at them. And I looked at them through the car mirror to see their response. Ten out of ten of them didn’t think it’s their problem, and continued to wait like nobody’s business.

Now, where are the MPPP officers? Perhaps it’s time to stop checking the parking meter and come write some summons for these people. It’s happening everyday (at least Monday – Friday, plus Saturday when it’s not school holidays) so definitely this is going to help the state government earning extra income.

My Great Parents.

Yesterday afternoon, I overheard part of a conversation between my mother and elder brother. I believe it wasn’t a pleasant one. But suddenly, it reminded me of how great my parents are.

It’s not that I never thought so. It’s just that I never really thought about it. Haha.

Both my parents didn’t come from rich family. Both of them happen to be considered the eldest to take care of their family – or my grandparents. They met each other when they were working as government servants. Both of them had their equal funny and naive experiences of getting their dream jobs before settling for that. Those were the days. :)

They were not rich when me and my elder brother were born. They had to utilise whatever they had at that time. My dad built a car for my brother. Yeah a car. A car with my brother’s birth cert number as the car plate number. A car that my brother could sit in it and ride around. :)

We didn’t have many commercial made, pretty toys back then. Mum constantly took us to places like beaches, and botanical gardens. We had our best time getting near to nature, and learning our first lessons in life.

When my dad decided to take several professional examinations and start his career in the private sector, me and my brother were still kids, and we always looked for him to play with us. He had to hide inside the storeroom in my grandma’s place to study. :)

After my younger brother was born, mum was still working and she had to prepare breakfast and lunch for us before she went out for work. When she came back, she prepared dinner. She never settled for outside food. That explained why I only started my outside-food-experience when I was in college. :)

Dad had just ventured into the private sector at that time. He traveled daily to the northern states for his work. Sometimes he stayed over at my uncle’s place. There was a period of time when he only got back once a week. All of us missed him. He then decided to travel as frequent as he could.

Both my parents never ask much from us. They allow us to do whatever we want to do, and never stop us from failing. They tried their best to instill positive behaviours and attitudes towards life in us.

And most importantly, they are always supportive.

They are my great parents.