Monthly Archives: September 2012


20131023-221111.jpgI probably shouldn’t be admitting this, but I really do miss driving. And driving the streets of the Big Mango requires skills and attitude. To be truthfully honest I never learned to swear…until I started driving.

I know this is unfair (feminism aside – sorry girls) but I seriously think we, lady drivers are lunatics. We are danger to self and society. On the whole, the perception on lady drivers are bad. The whole word thinks so and probably every husband thinks they’re better drivers than their wives. This is painful, but I admit there’s a bit of truth to it.

Allow me ladies and gents….to convince you with my proofs (my very own list of craziness-based on experience!) to this long existing notion that women are lousy drivers.

1. We multi-task: to maximize our time we apply make-up and drive

2. We love to talk: driving is the best time to catch up chatting with girlfriends – for moms; it’s the only place where the phone won’t be yanked off their ears by demanding kids

3. We day-dream: it’s a perfect set-up….private and quiet

4. We’re emotional and hormonal: try to honk at a male driver, he’ll simply look over his shoulder and drive on….while with lady driver – my guess is, she’ll either honk back or give you a vindictive look…and most importantly, we experience a raging set of hormones that would set us off at any given time.

5. We’re unpredictable: we brake for no apparent reason….we turn and signal.

6. We’re easily distracted: that could either be from billboard signs of sales or discounts, bouncing kids at the backseat or worst from a critic husband (arrrggghhh!)

So men beware! That would mean every single day, you get to drive past one female who either have PMS, on menopausal, a lousy love life, or armed… If it’s any comfort…the roads are relatively safer –because that’s minus one crazy lady driver.

My Ride

Are you OK?  Are you happy? Questions I’m most often asked by my parents, relatives, friends and even my daughters would pose that question during our weekly phone calls…Something that would often leave my mind blank for a split second before it goes into a reeling frenzy of reasons why I shouldn’t be OK or be happy? In the aftermath of what had happened to me, people understandably assume I spend my days in loneliness.

Someone once said, “There are things that we don’t want to happen but have to accept, things we don’t want to know but have to learn, and people we can’t live without but have to let go.” 

Happiness is truly what we make it.  With all the fascinating attractions, mesmerizing media it’s easy to forget that the pursuit of creating a “perfect family” is not what life is all about.  

 It would explain why my Father allows sorrow, pain, disappointments, unfair circumstances and some unanswered prayers to color my life. 

 But that is not the end of the story for me.  I’m not completely happy because I’m not supposed to be.  I’m not supposed to feel comfortable and totally at ease with my stay here.  This is not my final home and there’s no reason for me to feel too attached with all these.  Although my ride may get bumpy at times, but I’ll simply make the most of the time He has given me. 

So why should I waste my time and energy chasing on temporal things?  Do I need to put so much importance on things to pass?  Still, I’m thankful for the grace my Father has given me, wonderful daughters, someone to love, caring family and good friends.

Now, when you ask me – if I’m happy?  My response to that: “Not entirely, I have my moments…and I thank God for each and every experience.” 

That’s how I want to live the remainder of my life, using all I have, and enjoying the journey that God has allotted me.

How about you?