Speedy Gonzales

I was a very clumpsy kid, really clumpsy. I bumped into table corners, chairs corners, any furniture that we had at home, I think I had bumped into them all. If you think that must be quite a bit of bumping into, you haven't know everything. I walked into walls too. Yup, you did not hear wrong... I walked into walls and into doors as well. That's why, our house was not child proof, because it would meant the entire house need to be made of sponge.

No one had any idea why I was that clumpsy, not until one day in my university days. Yup, yup, that long to discover why. So yes, I was still walking into walls through my teenage years. My brother remarked one day when I had just returned home from school

Bro: I knew it was you, even without checking?

Me: How? My footsteps? (coz I also know my footsteps are a bit heavy for a small person like me...blame it on NCC...marching competition...)

Bro: Nope, it was more the door. Opened, in 2sec closed. No one else at home squeezed through a hole to come home, except you

That was like Eureka. That's right. I know I am very small size and I often will not wait till the lift door is fully open before entering or coming out of it and so I am always finding the shortest route to get to somewhere, including going into my room from the living room, explaining walking into walls. Ha ha, of course also means my estimation of distance quite bad la. But see, I am also always looking for shorter and shorter route.

I want everything fast, I get frustrated not learning fast, not getting fit fast enough, server being too slow (according to WEP, no computer is fast enough for me).

That's why when I choose my career just out of uni, I chose a job that kept my heart pumping very fast. Everything needed to be resolved just now, in 5mins time, deadline usu within mins not days. I loved it, it was fast, I liked it.

Even with eating, I want it fast. Fluids are my fav, I hate chewing, I loved my milk as a child. Best was to piss off my mother enough to send me off the dining table at meal times, no more chewing!!!! Waste of time.

I was always told, to slow down, calm down, take your time. Daddy always say that. But until recently, I didn't know why I need to or that it would be good for me. After all, we live in a fast paced environment.

Until, I have to learn to drive. I am always scolded for not being able to control speed, that I rush into action. That I should just relax and take my time to execute the actions. This is indeed a new department for me. Not an easy one, but one definitely to be conquered.