11th of June 2008 will forever be a memorable day for me. It is the day I got my car. It is a Viva, it is blue and I think it is nice. Pian was sweet enough to help me drive it home as I don’t know the way to get home from PJ. Ever since then I have been driving it to the Komuter and park it there to get to work. The farthest I have driven so far was to Jusco Cheras Selatan, my new hangout place to catch a movie.
That was until today when I decided to drive it to the office in Plaza Sentral, on a Saturday as it is moving day for Century to PJ. The drive to there was fine as there wasn’t as much car and I didn’t even speed. After stopping by at the old office, went to the new office. Got a couple of car blared their horn at me as I was driving quite haphazardly I guess as I was not sure of the way and again I was driving slow(it’s a brand new car and I can’t speed, duh!)
After checking out the new office, I decided to go to Jaja’s wedding reception (my cousin) at Menara Yayasan Tun Razak. Things started to go downhill from there. So I drove(according to my brother’s instructions) to Jalan Tun Razak, then Jalan Ampang then Jalan Bukit Bintang and before I know it I was at Jalan Pudu so I turn around and drove through Jalan Tun Razak, then Jalan Ampang then Jalan Bukit Bintang and I make a turn to Jalan P. Ramlee and guess what, I took a wrong turn. That is not where I was supposed to go. And then somehow I found myself lost in Jalan Sultan Ismail and I wanted to take a right turn to Jalan Ampang but found out that I can’t so I had to drive forward and I found myself back at Jalan Tun Razak. I gave up at that point. By that time, I had been driving for more than an hour I think.
So I stopped in front of Istana Budaya and asked my brother to meet me up somewhere so I could follow his car. He agreed so he told me to wait near Jalan Bukit Bintang. So I parked near the sidewalk at Jalan Bukit Bintang when I got a call from my brother telling me to look across the street. There he is in the car, in front of this tall building, which happens to be called Menara Yayasan Tun Razak. What the crap??? I’ve drove through in front of that building three times already. So I checked the map on the invitation card and realized that I have been looking at the map but not at the address. It states so plainly that the building is on Jalan Bukit Bintang. Aaahhhh…!!!
Getting lost is okay I guess but what happens later really brings me down. After the reception was over, Mak Su asked me to drive the car to the lobby to help bring the wedding presents to Mak Long’s house in Kerinchi. As I was driving up to the lobby, I scrathed my car, specifically my right front tyre and rim on this low sidewalk. Damn. It wouldn’t have happened if this lady security guard didn’t suddenly just jump in front of my car and tell me to reverse back and sort of cause me panic.
At that point, I told myself that it was okay, just a little scratch although by that point I already felt down(later I found out that the scratch is a bit more than a little). So I drove to Mak Long’s house, and it rained and my mom nagged me on my driving skill. Got there as safely as I could although there was this accident (which does not involve me) of this motorcyclist who drove to close to a big lorry. Thank god nobody was driving quite fast or that guy would have been paste on the road.
That was until today when I decided to drive it to the office in Plaza Sentral, on a Saturday as it is moving day for Century to PJ. The drive to there was fine as there wasn’t as much car and I didn’t even speed. After stopping by at the old office, went to the new office. Got a couple of car blared their horn at me as I was driving quite haphazardly I guess as I was not sure of the way and again I was driving slow(it’s a brand new car and I can’t speed, duh!)
After checking out the new office, I decided to go to Jaja’s wedding reception (my cousin) at Menara Yayasan Tun Razak. Things started to go downhill from there. So I drove(according to my brother’s instructions) to Jalan Tun Razak, then Jalan Ampang then Jalan Bukit Bintang and before I know it I was at Jalan Pudu so I turn around and drove through Jalan Tun Razak, then Jalan Ampang then Jalan Bukit Bintang and I make a turn to Jalan P. Ramlee and guess what, I took a wrong turn. That is not where I was supposed to go. And then somehow I found myself lost in Jalan Sultan Ismail and I wanted to take a right turn to Jalan Ampang but found out that I can’t so I had to drive forward and I found myself back at Jalan Tun Razak. I gave up at that point. By that time, I had been driving for more than an hour I think.
So I stopped in front of Istana Budaya and asked my brother to meet me up somewhere so I could follow his car. He agreed so he told me to wait near Jalan Bukit Bintang. So I parked near the sidewalk at Jalan Bukit Bintang when I got a call from my brother telling me to look across the street. There he is in the car, in front of this tall building, which happens to be called Menara Yayasan Tun Razak. What the crap??? I’ve drove through in front of that building three times already. So I checked the map on the invitation card and realized that I have been looking at the map but not at the address. It states so plainly that the building is on Jalan Bukit Bintang. Aaahhhh…!!!
Getting lost is okay I guess but what happens later really brings me down. After the reception was over, Mak Su asked me to drive the car to the lobby to help bring the wedding presents to Mak Long’s house in Kerinchi. As I was driving up to the lobby, I scrathed my car, specifically my right front tyre and rim on this low sidewalk. Damn. It wouldn’t have happened if this lady security guard didn’t suddenly just jump in front of my car and tell me to reverse back and sort of cause me panic.
At that point, I told myself that it was okay, just a little scratch although by that point I already felt down(later I found out that the scratch is a bit more than a little). So I drove to Mak Long’s house, and it rained and my mom nagged me on my driving skill. Got there as safely as I could although there was this accident (which does not involve me) of this motorcyclist who drove to close to a big lorry. Thank god nobody was driving quite fast or that guy would have been paste on the road.
Just stopped by for a while, I was feeling a little bit more down after that so I decided to go back home. When I tried to get out of the parking space, guess what, I scratched my car on another car. Before I scratched the other car, I saw that the car was already scratched at the front bumper on the driver’s side. There was this two guys who were talking nearby who heard my mishap and decided to help me. They were nice enough to help me to get out of my parking space and to just shush about it and not make a big deal about it(thank god it is not any of their car, cause I am sure they would be angry). Turns out that there were more scratches on my car than the other car. Darn it. I hope I can just get it sprayed with paint to cover the scratches. Gonna have to ask someone who is an expert to help me with that. Sigh….I just devalued my own car. I should have just stayed at home today.