Thu Maung - I have to tell you, my dear Friday.

( 1)

My younger son, Htin Htin, is a terrible driver. But he is a good driver. He is skilled.

My eldest son, Poe Thaw, is patient. He is gentle when driving a car. But this guy is stubborn. He often makes a fuss.

Htin Htin Thar often overtakes the car in front, but he sees danger easily. He is careful of the oncoming car. When braking, he looks at the car behind him and is careful.

Po Sokry drives calmly, but if the car behind him overtakes him and hits him, he will scream and shout if the car in front of him collides head-on. He gets very angry when he encounters cars that are known for being aggressive.

So both of them are being warned. They always have to be ordered when they drive off.

"Hey, Htin Htin, drive slowly."

"Hey, Grandpa, don't be angry."

Htin Htin, if you go by car, give me a warning because I have friends with me.

"Even though I'm patient, it's dangerous if one of my friends is impatient and I get into arguments with the other young people."

Since Grandpa Sow drives alone, I have to give him another warning.

"Since the eldest son went alone, it wouldn't be a problem if it was a crowd on the other side."

He's also an actor, so he's a familiar face, so if you love him, you'll love him, and if you hate him, you'll hate him, right?

And these days, young actors often take their friends, actresses, and models with them in their cars. They may be seen as a bit of a nuisance by others.

I have to say, old man.

Even my father, when I was returning from the Overnight to meet my daughter, it was late at night, so at a traffic light, drunk drivers in cars were standing next to me and greeted me with, “Hey, Prince, are you a scoundrel?” So I had to say, “Hey, people, I’m going to hell, this is my daughter.”

I am a very careful artist, so I never do it. I have so many personal grievances that I have to control my temper. Once, we had a problem at Aye Bon's house. I was angry with my neighbors and I couldn't stand it. And I was drunk at that time. So I drove to the Thakatey flyover in the middle of the night. When I got there, the window was closed and Aye Bon and Sing Sing were shouting loudly. The SIDE LAMP was on and they were fighting in the dark. At that moment, the police in uniform came down and knocked on the glass door and questioned me. They didn't seem to recognize me. It was dark. I, who was drunk and angry, opened the glass door and answered without hesitation. In fact, the police had come to help on duty.

The last person couldn't see well, but he heard my voice.

"What happened, big brother? I think we're having a problem with a woman," he said, while his wife, Aye Bon, raised her arms and greeted him, "Come on, teacher."

Look, what happened to Aye Bon? It's okay. The woman is also understanding. When I turned on the lights in the car, Aye Bon's figure was a married man with a beard. And the police officers on duty were in the red. What would have happened if they were drunks or Chinese people? What's worse is that I'm old but I'm still acting in public.

Anyway, Po Sok Kya is an actor who has inherited his grandfather's artistic legacy, so he will often remind people of his past.

Well, I have to say it, Grandpa.

( 2)

I was going to pick up my daughter from work. She works at the Yangon City Development Radio Station. I was on my way to the City Hall that day on a business trip and happened to come pick her up. She usually takes the bus back by herself.

It was office time, so the traffic was very crowded. I had my own bus and taxi. I didn't know that my daughter used to ride the bus. Even I was sitting in my own car and it was very crowded. I felt sorry for the junior office workers including my daughter. The traffic that had been so crowded since I left Sule Pagoda was so bad that when I reached Tamwe, I couldn't move. I had to move the car one by one, stop and wait in line. The traffic lights were usually red. When I got to the office,

The cars of high-ranking officials also have priority. There are also large buses that are crowded and there are often traffic jams. That's when my car ran out of gas. Since leaving Sule Pagoda, the car has been making noises and noises, and when it reaches the destination, it suddenly stops. It becomes very annoying to start the engine again. In the meantime, I have to wait for the cars behind me and the cars next to me. They won't know that the car is not working properly. They will think that I am deliberately blocking the road.

Since it was a no-honking zone, they didn't honk and signal, but they looked at each other with a sad face and a frown. They came slowly and steadily, arriving at the top of Tamwe Bayay Reo Sin Road.

"Daughter, the car is not working properly. Would you like to wait a little longer? Are you hungry?"

"I can't answer anymore, Dad, I can't change buses now."

So, I had to turn onto the road leading to the river and stop in front of the Yayt Wat Shop.

"What's wrong, teacher?"

"The machine is not working properly, the oil is running out"

That was a big mistake. The engine just didn't work, the engine just stopped, and the oil was blocked. I was a little mechanical and knew the mechanics, so I accepted my idea and took the carburetor apart and cleaned it. Then I put it back together, started the engine, stopped it again, took it apart and adjusted it. After doing it twice, the engine still didn't work. Finally, I found the fault. It was too much oil. Oh, the engine didn't work because it was too little oil, and I didn't realize that it could be because it was too much oil. That's when the problem started. If the carburetor had too much oil, it would spit oil. Gasoline would spill on the engine. At that time, the engine wouldn't start. The electrics would start and catch fire.

Yes.

My car caught fire in the engine compartment. In fact, I was the one who was the culprit. The mechanic was the one who opened the engine compartment and adjusted the engine. I just started and stopped the engine. The mechanic shouted “Hey, hey,” and I heard him say “No, no,” and opened the key, and the fire started. Everyone was in a panic. The mechanic was on a busy street, so the fire was out of control. The neighborhood surrounded the fire and tried to put it out. It couldn’t be extinguished with water or sand. It was the same as what happens when a gasoline car catches fire.

Just then, a woman from the neighboring house came running out with a big fire extinguisher in her hand. She turned on the button and sprayed it. But nothing came out of the can. The person next to her turned the phone upside down and a liquid like a soap bubble came out of it.

The engine room fire was extinguished. Everyone could finally breathe a sigh of relief. The good thing is that the neighborhood knows that it is Thu Maung's car, so they don't blame me too much. They seem to be relieved because I am a prince. Actually, a car fire is not very dangerous. However, the way my car burned was as if it was lit by small oil lamps. Either way, it is dangerous. Finally, I have to thank the lady who owns the fire extinguisher.

There, I laughed more than I cried. The reason was because the woman I mentioned earlier said something that the whole neighborhood heard while driving a car.

“I won the lottery this morning. The firemen came early and sold me a fire extinguisher. I thought, ‘What are you going to do?’ So I didn’t buy it. Then the boys took pity on me and bought it without thinking. Now I’m feeling good. Well, especially since I got to put out Prince Thu Maung’s car, the extinguisher is worth a lot of money, and if it’s in the newspaper, I can become famous.”

Anyway, what I'm saying is that artists are more likely to get help if they need help, especially when it comes to art. Especially when you love art, you can easily get angry. Even if it's a dangerous situation, if the artist is the one who is responsible, they forgive you immediately. Do you still take credit, Po Sok Kyi? So I have to say something, Po Sok Kyi.