When it comes to Kiasi, I could deny that my parents were also paranoid of all of their children having involve in road accident, ended up non of us were allowed to apply for motorcycle licence. Even so, my brother, a law student, bought a motorbike (without my parents knowledge) while he was at the university, of course without a licence. A good start for a law student. On the other hand, my sister, who is practising law in Kuala Lumpur, has never drove a car to work. For more than 30 years, she used taxi. Her husband once joke that almost all the taxi drivers in Kuala Lumpur City know her. And my mother, the originator of the road and traffic "Kiasi", used to had her hand on the wheel but could not drive a car until now. Once, in the late 70's, when she was trying to reborn her driving skill, she had a duck murdered. A well bell -curved mark on that pity duck body.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Kiasu, Kiasi & Kiawhatever...
When it comes to Kiasi, I could deny that my parents were also paranoid of all of their children having involve in road accident, ended up non of us were allowed to apply for motorcycle licence. Even so, my brother, a law student, bought a motorbike (without my parents knowledge) while he was at the university, of course without a licence. A good start for a law student. On the other hand, my sister, who is practising law in Kuala Lumpur, has never drove a car to work. For more than 30 years, she used taxi. Her husband once joke that almost all the taxi drivers in Kuala Lumpur City know her. And my mother, the originator of the road and traffic "Kiasi", used to had her hand on the wheel but could not drive a car until now. Once, in the late 70's, when she was trying to reborn her driving skill, she had a duck murdered. A well bell -curved mark on that pity duck body.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
BMX in me.
Bicycle Motor Cross, that was what it was known, and is still famous today. Still nowadays, after three decades, youngsters still ride it as their symbol of teenagehood. For me, three decades ago, it was the symbol of respect amongst the boys. It all started with ET movie, then the Magic BMX. Owning one means getting the licence into the society of the never ending adventure (though for me, mom,s rule, it ends daily before Maghrib prayer). I was among the fortunate kid to own one, though it was not the high end version. It,s still a BMX.
My kids have yet to ask for all these stuffs. Partially thanks to Ipad and PC. They had their fun facebooking, gaming and ipading. Though i think may not be good for their physical growth. Things that worry me is that this stuff can get you far away from home. And today,s society are much too complex and unexpected. So, i hope my kids can take a good care of themselves. None of us became stunt man or professional motor cross champion.
While i was in Malacca town, i saw some early 20's with MP3 headsets on and a hybrid of a BMX and Mountain Bike, did some wheely and bike tricks. I do not know what they call that hybrid bicycle, but that remind me those days when we were like them except without the MP3 headsets. We used to perform those fancy stunts at the old dirt track which now had turned into housing estate. Raining season was the best as it produced more natural challenging tracks and muds bunkers. Neitherof us wore any safety protective equipment, i guess we were lucky as no one got seriously injured during the stunt.
Those bikes saw what we did, heard what we have said, puzzled with what we cursed and probably scared to death with our decision making. And those bikes saw each of us abandoned them, as time passed by, towards the next chapter of this life.
And one thing i remember, my father bought me the bike.