Sunday, October 21, 2007

It has been a week plus since Hari Raya started. Couple of stuff happened.

I'm legally no longer a probational driver since 26/07/2007 which means I no longer need to put on the tringle sign when I'm driving. This will tell other drivers that they shouldn't give a fuck about me since I'm good as the rest of the drivers, which I'm not. My family don't own a car so that somehow deteriorate on how well I drive. Ok, straight to the point. I got into an accident. To make things worst, it happened on the first day of Hari Raya while on the way to my grandmother's place, which was the first house we're heading to. Here's quick summary on what happened.

I was driving at PIE somewhere near Aljunied area. It was an auto tranmission car. Travelling at 90km/h. Pretty fast. Dad as the Vehicle Commander, the guy who instructed me what to do, a new term in Army I learnt. Road condition was wet since it rained in the morning. So I was driving still when this blue bike from the lane left zoom pass me, zoom pass the car in front of me then change to the lane I'm on. The car infront of my suddenly jam break. Shit happened when I've no time to stop and hit the car infront.

The tyre screech, car horn blaring and my mom's scream still linger around my head. Lucky enough no one was hurt else I'll be doing time in prison for a year. Anyway, we brought the car to the shoulder of the road and settle stuff. What actually happened was that the bike skidded and fell when he changed lane. That force the car infront of me to jam break and me not having enough time to stop and hit him. Now, imagine. What if the bike fell off infront me and I have no time to stop? Think the rider would be under the vehicle when I eventually get to stop the car.

I should have taken shots of the damage but was too shaken up that time. The driver of the car I hit was pissed 'cos it's a new car while mine was a rented. The bike rider's arm was bleeding but wasn't serious. Just scretches, lots of it. He couldn't restart his bike. Exchange contact number, took down plate number, took down date and time of the accident, tra la la. My dad was the one settled it all. Thought he's gonna kill me for the accident but no. Didn't even make a big hoo-haa when we're at our relatives place.

Another story happens at camp. I was confined from Wednesday till Saturday morning. It's all because we didn't prepare what's needed for an event. Wasn't my fault since I'm new there and have no idea what the hell should be done for any up coming event. Almost lose my mind. I had only a pair of clothing and limited sticks of cigarrate. You have no idea how bad my boxers smell by the end of confinement.

Events told weren't in detail 'cos I'm suppose to be in bed now and there's a sharp pain at my neck bone, whatever it's called. Goodnight.

Fenderson out...

Sunday, October 07, 2007

Apologies for the mat-ish title entry. When you're in NS, you have to bring your intelligence a couple of notch down to fit in. Not saying that I'm smarter than the rest. Just that, I don't talk, behave and have the typical mind set like most do. We all like to admit that we're unique don't we?

For the first time since...forever, my bank account reach the four digit mark. All through the hardwork, torture and verbal abuse have been quite a paid off. I wouldn't say it's good since I get paid double by being a cleaner.

Mum suggested that I should give out duit raye this year. Maybe I should. Show that Abang Fendy has grown up, earning his own cash and will get a PS3 anytime soon. $2 each for the kids and my beloved schooling friends. I'm not stingy. I'm only earning $400 bucks per month for crying out loud.

Mum commented on my hair: Orang rambot panjang, tercacak-cacak bile raye. Kau botak. Nanti anak sedare ketawekan.

Well mum, I still love you.

Ramadhan will be over in less than a week. Proud to say I hardly miss Terawih prayers despite the tiring schedule. Please rent a car for raye dad.

Alright, time to hit the bed. Here comes another shitty week.

Fenderson out...