My husband texts and drives ..

.. while I am the passenger in next seat to him, yes in ‘the death seat’. Anyone’s husband here does that too? He also drives fast. Everyone does in Dubai, superheroes in their supercars racing.

‘Ping!’ New email, he slides to unlock to read his email, while coming off the roundabout. I wonder what happened, when did we get this far in our relationship? I mean we haven’t been married that long!

I know I was hypnotised by  the diamond at the time, but I clearly remember him saying ‘I can’t live my life without you’ like a scared little boy standing on the Brooklyn bridge with the perfect backdrop of New York, almost falling apart right in front of me ‘you are everything to me’ shaking uncontrollably, swallowing his words, me thinking; Stop gibbering, what are you saying, what do you mean, where is this going, why you acting weird? He continues ‘you are my only family’ whats going on, oh my god no no no not now, I’m not ready for this, I mean my hair, my makeup, my dress, I started to get aware of people gathering around us, I can hardly understand his words staring into his face trying to read, thinking what is going on? he kneels down ‘I love you’ oh baby stop shivering please, are you proposing to me? I don’t understand a word you saying .. Oh My! Look at that Diaaaammoooond!

Will you merry me? a moment to remember, I smile. See it here. 

Smiling, back in the car ‘please stop texting or stop the car and I will walk’ My husband assumes that he can handle texting or emailing while driving and still says that he can’t imagine his life without me. He quickly recognises my serious tone in my voice and puts the phone down. I look outside in different cars and noticed many drivers preoccupied with their cellphone. I see texting and driving is a growing trend, but it is not safe, statistics don’t lie. Do also drivers assume they can handle killing someone? No text, no email, no update is worth a human life.

I have never seen a woman behind a wheel texting or emailing, while driving. Yeah maybe, singing, applying lipgloss or mascara, only after stopping at red light, of course. When you look at the females drivers, they mostly are sitting up straight with their gaze glued to the road ahead, fully concentrating. Women are more careful drivers, we take extra second to check the road twice before we move, or just wait when there is nothing to wait for. Yes, women have more accidents, but only as little as bumps and scratches, but men are more dangerous drivers. Men have too much testosterone on the pedal, as they always think they are racing. Women are just looking to get from A to B. Life is not about what you drive, but how you drive.

Clearly, I have the solution on how to effectively deal with this problem, since the ban on all drivers from using cellphones for any purpose when behind the wheel doesn’t work. We need to ban all male drivers, this is a real issue that, unfortunately, needs to be addressed. Image

Also we are much prettier drivers.

Directions from a Blind Man

Some time ago, when we used to live Hong Kong and moved to Gold Coast far from central Hong Kong, I had to learn how to use public transport. (And people say that I am high maintenance, seriously?) All I learnt , was the only one bus that takes me back all the way to Central. N.962 .

(Up to today I do not know any other bus routes and services)

One day I hopped on this bus, went upstairs, took the seat in front for the best view, got comfy in my seat, opened my book to kill some time while heading to central for my yoga class. The journey time is around 45 minutes ..

I’ve read few pages maybe couple of chapters of my book and when I lift my head up to look outside .. I’ve realized Oh My! I just missed my stop! And Yes – what a great book! I quickly got up grabbed my bag and run downstairs to ask the driver to let me out, while he stopped on traffic lights. I know they are not allowed to do that, but I had to try! I didn’t know where I was going from here and where is the next stop going to be. He just looked at me and shook his head (not in the gesture that he can’t let me out, but in a gesture that he doesn’t understand English) I thought “Great!” then the green light came up and the bus has started moving again .. I panic!

In the fear of not knowing where I’m going I turned around and said:

“Excuse me, do you know how far is the next stop?” to first person behind me (Chinese man wearing super dark sunglasses seated right beside the driver) Who with big smile on his face and in perfect English said: “Where are you going?”

I thought to myself: Yes! Thank you God! And replied: “Central – Lyndhurst Terrace”

He replied “You have missed your stop, but you still ok, you can walk the footpath back to Central it is not too far to walk. I’ll be getting off at the next stop too, so I can show you the way or walk you there.”

I thank him for his kindness, pressed the bus-stop-bell and looked out of the window, now much more relaxed. It didn’t take long and the bus started to slow down indicating it stopping. I looked at my “Man” and I froze completely, speechless. I couldn’t believe my own eyes: He stood up and picked up his walking stick, which was placed between the wall and his seat all this time. I went very silent. With a million thoughts running thru my head I got off the bus and watch my Blind Man with his long white cane as he carefully stepped off the bus.

I grabbed him gently by his arm and directed him away from busy road. He looked at me (maybe didn’t really look but faced me) and said “I can walk you there, but I might be too slow for you” I have imagined that slow-walk with the blind man in my head for a second, thinking of all the things I could ask him about .. then I thought – why would I make this man to walk me all the way to my destination and take so much of his time ? I also quickly realized I was already running late for my yoga class and I would really need to run all the way to get there on time. I thank him for his kind offer and asked for the directions, explaining my rush situation. He told me very clearly how to get there, I thank him one more time wished him a good day, turn and started to run.

As soon as I entered the crowd I stopped, turned around to look at the blind man and shouted back at him “But do you know where you going ?”

He laughed and shouted back at me :

“I know Hong Kong better than you do!” And he was right.

He was the blind man who could see, because he wanted to see with all his heart. He didn’t need my name or face – I am my voice to him.

I thought of all those people I know that can see – but are blind.

What Was Yours most memorable bus-ride of your life ?