a phone call

i got my sony ericsson w910i vibrating in my left pocket of blue black hugo boss jeans during expository writing class instructed by mr. azwin arif just now. i didnt recognize the 9-digit number which could came from anyone but i still got that phone call answered outside the class.

hello, sape ni?

veni la..your car dah siap, bila nak amik?

oh ingat sape tadi, em ok la...then how much ek?

......

ok thanks, i amik this friday ok.

the 3 minutes conversation ended with a relief smile on my face. finally i'm done waiting.

one peaceful evening i guess

the conversation below took place at L20, room no.3

"borink ah wey, jom jalan2 jom! pusing2 ump ke, beli2 barang ke?"

the key was at the ignition as i started the engine. my friend maje then got into the car and sat at the passenger seat.

"jom!"

switching the gear, i drove slowly, maintaining the speed at 30km/h as the police traffic and JPJ were everywhere inside the campus territory. haha...so long pak guard! as i drove past the pondok jaga at the entrance.

entering the main road, i pushed the oil paddle harder and we were getting faster as the speedometer showed rapidly increase in the rpm. it was actually a self-enjoyment of driving such a turbocharged car.

5 minutes later i arrived at the point which was the reason why this entry is written. by looking to the back mirror i've noticed a nissan car, maybe, drafting me closely at high-speed. i didn't gave him a way as there were too many vehicles on the left lane and instead, i drove faster. speeding at about 100km/h at the right lane, then suddenly a lorry got into my lane without any sign of signal.

the brake paddle was harshly pushed by my insured right foot (haha) but it wasn't help much as the front tyres slipped and it got my car dragged by the lorry for about 20meters. thank God there were no any injury and it just my car, which end up badly. i cannot think of any single thing at that moment, i just got off of my car and followed by maje shortly. car..



a few cars which witnessed the incident stopped to see what happened. i dont talk much but it was crystal that it wasn't my fault, it's the lorry's. i kept saying fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck by looking to the left side of my car. the good year f1 eagle tyre, driveshaft, gsr original lower arm, made in japan front kyb absorber, signal light, fender, hood and the doors were all crack, ripped apart and bent crooked. remembering back those days i spent watching my car being serviced during last semester break, i felt it such a futile. oh God what a great loss!

police report has to be made since i hold etiqa third-party insurance which didn't covers the damages. by doing so, i could claim some bucks for the damages. i spent 3hours until all the procedures were done regarding the accident. my car was towed to padang lalang, an area which you can find hundreds of workshop there. after all, i'm finally back home. well it felt just like you are losing something big you know, in bahasa we called it 'patah kaki'. it's some kind of pretty hard at first but as time goes by, i got immuned. just let the mechanic do his job huh!