Old but definitely not frail

Frail is very often associated with old people. But with a little bit of luck, one can experience an exception to this rule. :help:

The entrance to my mum’s house was completely blocked by cars that double parked. Even along both sides of the road were lined with cars. I then realized that there was a wedding party in my neighbour’s house. That explained the cause of the congestion. On normal days, I would be annoyed but in view of the special occasion, one tend to accommodate such inconsiderations. :wink:

Anyway, it was going to be a quick pit stop to pick up some bills so I dropped my husband to get into the house first while I look for a place to park for a while. Few houses away, on the opposite side I noticed a house with the driveway filled with fixtures and the main door closed. Appeared to me the occupants had gone away for holidays so I decided to park there and hurried off to my mum’s house. :arrow:

My neighbour was very apologetic and offered to move his cars but I told him not to bother as it was just a quick stop. :) Probably that conversation with him plus our answer to nature’s call have kept us a wee bit longer than we anticipated. We were locking up the house when we heard someone shouting and cursing outside. 8O

We ran outside and saw an old man standing beside my car, shouting and cursing at the selfish and inconsiderate fella who blocked the entry to his house. :mrgreen: I dashed over, apologizing profusely for causing him the inconvenience and would immediately move the car. :yes: However, he not only refused to acknowledge my apologies but instead continued yelling and barking at me with accusations, wanting to create a scene as if I’d committed the most hideous crime of the century! :mean: :roll: Of course, with the wedding party across, there was no lack of spectators watching the scene (which was what he wanted). On my part, I had sincerely admitted my mistake and offered my thousand apologies but if he refused to accept, so be it. :|

However, even in my haste to drive my car away, I was lucky to notice a wooden structure with nails under my car, just infront of the rear tyre on the driver’s side. :yes: I carefully dragged it out and laid it against the tree. Ignoring his unreasonable ruckus and with a straight face, I quickly drove off. :lipssealed:

When I returned to pick up my husband, I noticed that the wooden structure with nails was inside that old man’s house. 8O It then dawned on me that he was the one who put it under my car. :mean: Had I driven off unknowingly, it would have scratched my undercarriage and punctured my tyre as well. :whistle: Gosh, such a mean old man, really a miserable old fart! :twisted: I thought that he was mad because he couldn’t park his car in, but there was no car in his driveway nor infront of his entrance! Besides the driveway was full of junks and broken furniture there was just no space for any car. That was definitely one OLD yet most FIERY plus MEAN NASTY MALICIOUS OLD fart that I’ve ever met. :yes:

In retrospect I admit it was not right of me to park in front of his entrance but that was no justification for him to resort to such vicious behaviour. :no:


If only the stock market is like the wet market, all those “gamblers” would bet their last dollar and be laughing all the way to the bank! :lol: Why? Prices of almost everything are increasing ever so often. It’s true that the escalating oil price is the cause of this vicious circle but traders are also taking advantage of the situation to jack up their profits. You can hear all the groans and moans from the housewives as they do their morning marketing. :cry:

However, this morning I witnessed a most shocking scene or rather despicable is the word. :evil:

This housewife selected some sweet potatoes then passed them to the vegetable seller to weigh and price them. To cushion the price shock, the vegetable seller forewarned the woman that the price has gone up tremendously, in fact by a hefty RM1 per kilo. 8O But her haughty reply literally made everyone puke: :mrgreen:

Oh, no problem at all. Afterall, price is not an issue for me. Just like the greens prices are spiraling but no real concern for me.

I had to control myself from giving her my dagger stare! :mean: Gosh, what’s she trying to imply! Flaunting her riches! Hey! spare a thought for those struggling to make ends meet. :x If she’s so high and mighty, what’s she doing in the wet market! :?:

Well, this is a typical example of the Chinese adage “her spit alone is enough to drown a person!” Braggart!

Motivator for my Morning Walks

Getting started is always the most difficult part in anything we do. :help: Just take exercise for example. It really takes a lot of determination and will power to kick start yourself into the regime of regular exercise. However, once at the pole position, an even bigger challenge is to sustain the momentum. :whistle:

I’m never lacking in enthusiasm where games are concerned but when it comes to exercises like workouts in the gym or jogging, I’ll always have some excuses to get out of it. :no: However, at some stage in your life, we have to embark on some form of exercises to lubricate that biological engine of ours. What I did was add in an end interest to take away the monotony. I enjoy going to the wet market every morning. Instead of driving to the wet market, I walk. By doing this, I get to exercise and also do my marketing at the same time. :naughty:

The wet market opens for the mornings only. Most of the stalls are make-shift stalls that provide a pretty good mix of merchandise. Core products are vegetables, fish, meat and poultry; groceries and fruits. Catering to the instant breakfast palette are fried noodles, local cakes, nasi lemak, dim sum, dumplings & baus (buns), fresh soy milk & bean curd, fried crullers and you name it they have it. :roll: Even shoes, clothing, accessories, kitchen appliances, are available, depending on which day of the week. Well, it’s like an open-air natural-con mini market. :yes:

Shopping in the wet market has its flexibility and advantages the amount (quantity) you want to buy, selecting which cut of meat and poultry, pick and choose the vegetables, different stalls to choose or get the best bargain and last but not least, customer relationship. :D For those whose priority is to shop in comfort, the wet market is definitely not their cup of tea. :| But for many traditional folks like me, the wet market is truly a nostalgic form of motivator for the morning walks. :up: :wink: