It was a day ive been looking forward to since i took the driving lesson. Collected my car together with papa at KahMotor in the afternoon after few weeks of intolerable wait for the processing! It was pouring cats&dogs when we fetched it. Felt the pinch as its new.... The men often called their car "the second wife"(because they cost & age) while the ladies like to call theirs "Hubby" or "baby". I dont like such an affectionate name for an object. I tried for a second for a name, to no avail. Probably, I'll just leave it & dont name it.

(Sharing a gist of it)

If you have time for my story:
Like i said, i paid for the costly driving lessons at the school out of my pocket. My papa was the one who 'instigated' me to pick up driving yet didnt take any action. That period was quite angry & often squibble with him over it whenever we raked up cars, till our relationship was quite strained. Yet the next day, things were fine again. The thing i love most about family is; they bear NO overnight grudges against each other.

Then never expected that my papa really meant it when he said he would buy a new car if i passed. I dont even dare to (day)dream about it as im the only driver in the family since his got suspended during drunk driving.(That is why hes banning me from drinking, even im no longer teenager) The most i confided in my close ones is that i'll be extremely contented driving a 2nd hand, 3rd hand old car or van! if i could afford when i grew old.

Till we placed the order for the car, my mum revealed to me that my past hurtful remarks over the car issue often upset my papa alot.. making him feel very humiliated. She said my father has been planning about the vehicle in the secret without letting me know. Reserving the cold attitude towards my car learning as a motivation to pass the test~ I was feeling so guilty towards my papa now. To think last time i always resort to means to out-talk him yet i was not sensitive enough to know those words were menace to him.

I believe every parents want the best for their children. If every parents could, i assumed they'll get their sons & daughters a hp, pc, a van each, or even a BMW to Lamborghini to a villa if its within their strengths. Boils them down to essence, from where the parents are coming from, their LOVE for a child, no doubt, IS THE SAME.

Now theres a mix feeling in me. Im not that elated to owning a car, ACTUALLY. (23471923019830 people own one LOR) The peak was there when we were deciding about getting one, discussing about the car last month, i went to the showroom a few times to browse the cars. To the extend that i even get insomina the few nights. For now i felt the pressure instead.

1. Safety on the road. - i pray i pray, safe 'journies'! And if you know, it really feels blessed being drived around.
2. MONEY. The petrol, carpark.. Since im a student with no income.. everything was provided by papa who was the sole breadwinner of our family.
3. Time - the time needed to drive my family around, even if i have homework or test the next day.

People tell me i think too much. I really do, i guessed.
If one day i have to stop driving due to all sorts of circumstances, i'll gladly go back and be a friendly & obeying commuter. Life isnt all about transporting anyway.

I said to my dad "If i were to pay for my own car, i'd rather take train to study/work if its at town. And drive the family during the non-peak hours" The-people-who-knows-about-car certainly understand my woes. $$$$$$$. Sorry, accounting is not about being stingy, it is about being calculative & keeping a good book.

Before you start scratching your head, im an accountancy student.