Scriblings of life: The Accident Virgin

I know ive been away from this blog for like 2 years now…. But a near-death experience just needs to be marked by something. So let it be a blog post.

Yep, the title may be a bit misleading. But this was actually one of the many things that ran through my mind after coming out of the car to inspect the damage I was partly at fault for(the other driver was freaking Tokyo-drifting around the bend) when I crashed into a landcruiser the other day.

All I can say was that im glad no one got hurt. They’re were 5 of us in the car and I was behind the wheel and if anything were to happen that day I wouldn’t have forgiven myself.

Although my friends kept telling me if was such a minor accident, (the bumper and left light was ripped off the Kelisa) it looked like a trainwreck to me. I could only shake my head in either agreement of disagreement with whatever they were telling me. I was in shock. My hands were trembling and I felt numb. It was the first time I had crashed a car after all.

Got me thinking, Kelisa’s are soo fragile. We are practically just sitting in a nicely shaped tin can. Give it a good kick, and u’ll find urself a big-ass dent. The landcruiser however (whhhhhy did it have to be an expensive car?) barely had any indication it was in an accident except for some scratches on one of the rims which the lady driver insisted I pay for (her hubby came over to the workshop to see the damage, was staring at it straight in the eye and said “where?”, then when she pointed it out.. he was like… “ooooo ini tidak bole nie.. mo tukar nie” kunun) FML. Rm600 terbang. Wuhuuuu~

I admit, it was my fault since it was her road I was driving into ( FYI, that simpang memang slalu eksiden org bilang), but it was definitely a blind spot to me because the left bend she was driving from was so sharp and hidden behind a hill that you would only see her coming at the last minute if she was speeding.

Ahhh! Nevermind la. What’s important is that nobody got hurt. Money can be found, but our lives are all precious. (still… that lady could have been more considerate though.. I am just a student after all.. seeing those little scratches on her rim made my heart go URHG!.)

As for the kelisa, well it will be getting a lotta new parts. YAY kelisa! You will be reborn! (T_T) Habisssslah $$$$~~~~

Out of this experience though, my groupmates who were travelling with me and in another car we rented were my source of strength during the whole process. They hugged me, assured me it was a minor accident, went with me to the workshop, bargained with the workshop people to lower the repair costs, almost fought with the lady about her rim, called an influential uncle to help, helped me with the costs in cash in advance, kept on patting my back, made jokes, made me laugh and smile again, blanja me makan and karaoke that night, bought a TOTO number of our car…. Etc… etc… I couldn’t have been more grateful to be blessed with such friends.

Another strange thing that happened though, the TOTO number that we bought, well we almost won!

The plate number of the Kelisa was LB 5357, what came out the next day was 5537. And another number that came out was the last four digits of my Russian telephone number, 0843. How weird is that huh??

Must be the luck of the Accident Virgin :D