i now drive with a seat belt, i check my car lights before driving, i made sure the guys at the office check engine stuff like brakes and timing belts.... am i a chicken or just bloody paranoid?!
no lah.... its just that, in the span of a week, i've witnessed four incidents which involved friends and cars.
daddy's new land cruiser looked like Dr Jekyll/Mr Hyde. why? the driver side looked pretty while the passenger side was totally smashed. apparently he parked at the side of the road at four in the morning to have a nap. the car slid into the monsoon drain thanks to slippery surface. thank goodness daddy is orite... he was woke up in a shock, and when he tried getting out using his door... too heavy to lift it up... he....went back to sleep. amazing isnt it? he slept till sumone noticed his car and called the towtrucks and all! hahahahahah! and at that time was already seven. daddy was still sleeping. funny fella. and the guy who spotted him thot he was dead, and was panicking! hahahahahah.
last Friday, i accidentally threw Calvan off my HiLux. i think both him and myself were to blame. Ivy and i were trying to scare the four guys that we left the mall without them. knowing one of the guys would worry cuz its his responsibilty to ensure Ivy gets home safely, i drove the car to a diff parking space and we hid ourselves by lying flat down! hehehe! it kinda worked! the guys were talking loudly, noticed that my car wasnt at the parking space that i parked in when i got there and were walking around the carpark. ivy and i were giggling ourselves crazy. but... yeah. cudnt hide for long cuz Wilson recognised my car later on. while Kenny and Kelvin laughed it off, i decided : "okayla~ jokes over, lets get outta here" Calvan and Wilson stood on my driver's side of the car, hands holding on the top of the car as leverage. i was still in hyperhappy mode. i stepped on the accelerator(Wilson jumps off) and upon hearing Calvan shouting my name, i stepped on the brakes. he flew off, hitting my side mirror and then the front of my car, then unto the floor. my hyperhappy mood.. totally gone. panic is in. the embarrassing part? i shouted at the security guard "call an ambulance!" and checked Calvan's neck and head then pulled him up. he's okay but starts laughing.... yeah. butt and back hurts eh? an hour or two later, he mutters : " Wilson and i wanted to shake your car la. " oppzie....
the very next day, as i was passing by the Sabah Medical Centre. i saw a new Range Rover Vogue hit another car just after crossing a roundabout. needless to say, the other car was badly damaged while the big chunk of glamour was only slightly dented and shattered his headlights. o wells... the driver cud hv been unfamiliar with the power of the car huh? *shakes head* heheh! i'm pretty much a noob when it comes to driving so i shudnt be commenting on others eh? hahahah!
last one would be ... why do the elderly still drive?! i've got nuthin against them but rather, wat are their children thinking!? imagine us, total strangers see an elderly driving can make us cringe with worry. get them a driver( employed or relatives la!) or please dun let them drive la.... not trying to be cruel to them but rather its just for their safety la! sad la to see them drive.... dah la.. so slow. >;P
