Red Lights Please...

Have you ever noticed when you want something to happen, most often it will not? Even something as trivial as a red traffic light. Why would anyone wants a red traffic light? Everyone wants green right? Well, so do I. But in some situation, a red traffic light can be useful too. On the way back from office today I yawned so wide, the tudung brooch under my chin 'popped out'. The pin of the brooch was broken and there is no way to repair it. Does that show how big my yawn is or how cheap the brooch is or both? Hehehe...

It is OK if I don't have to stop anywhere but home, but in this case I need to refuel. I remember I've stashed an extra brooch in the car somewhere just in case but I did not remember where I put it. So I rummage the places within my reach while driving and hoping for a red traffic light. But when you wish for red, I get a green one all the way. When it's red, it feels like a short time as compared to when you want a green traffic light instead. And at the only red traffic light I had, I was in front so I have to be aware of the time when the light turns green or I'll get honk. I know I will give a honk if the driver in front of me is too slow to react to the traffic light so I will not do the same mistake.

I remembered once, I bought a lasagna from Pizza Hut to eat while driving. I'm in a hurry and quite famished. I hope I can get red traffic lights so I can stop to enjoy the lasagna but I got green traffic light all the way. It was so difficult to use a plastic spoon on the hot lasagna while driving and eating it but I managed to do it somehow.

Back to the tudung, I tried rearranging it a different way but it didn't really work. I really need a brooch. Finally, I found the extra brooch when I stopped at a petrol station. I did not refuel at that station though coz I can't use credit card at the pump. I've never use their petrol before and I never thought a petrol station in a civilized area can survive without upgrading their pump to accept credit card payment. Not just the chip based one but any credit card for that matter. The next petrol station, which I have only use their petrol once or twice before, also have to pay at the counter. Errr... too lazy to walk to the counter lah.

Finally, the 3rd petrol station accepted credit card. This is not the petrol station that advertises they accept chip-based card during the news OK. I never used this petrol before too and they also accepted chip based card! What a surprise. The way 'that' petrol station advertises during prime time news, I thought theirs is the only station that accepted chip-based card at the pump. I used 'that' petrol by the way and the few times I went to my second favorite petrol station, I've to pay at the counter too. So that gives me the impression that they're the only station who has upgraded their pump.

Before anyone commented on my lack of cash, "nak bayar cash pun tak mampu, nak jugak pakai credit card", I have about RM150 in my purse (beginning of the month maaa... hehehe...) but I prefer to use credit card so I can sort of keep track of my expenses. How come I ended up talking about petrol station when I wanted to talk about red traffic light? Back to that traffic light, I feel compelled to write something insightful and philosophical about the traffic light. We need a moral of the story at the end of a story right? So here goes...

Just like I need a red traffic light sometimes when driving on the way to my destination so I can find or enjoy something while in the car, we also needed red traffic lights in our life so we can take a break to reflect on things, find our purpose in life or enjoy the moment, stop to smell the roses some would say before we get to our final destination in life. Cheeewah... did that sound insightful and philosophical enough? Hehehehe...

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This is unrelated to the above entry. I fell asleep while waiting for the rice to cook at about 8pm yesterday and woke up 10 hours later. Whooaaaa.... probably my body needed some time to adjust to the change of routine and the extra stress of having to drive to the city center. I never have to drive to the city center to work before. I did have to cross the city center to go to work quite a long time ago but this time, city center IS my destination.