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I finally 're-skinned' my phone for RM50. It was in a terrible physical state after the accident.

TaDaaaaa~

St cHriStoPher saVeD mE frOm tHe caR cRaSh

It happened this Saturday. 16th of May 2009. I was coming back from Ayer Hitam after tuning my car at Ashraf’s NGV workshop. My dad was the one who’d drove there, and he said he was tired so he handed over the keys to me.

I took the highway. My dad was already sleeping. I wasn’t going too fast at the moment. Even when I’m going down the slope, I was only at 100km/h. It’s not really slow, but it’s considered not too extreme for highway’s standard. 5km before I reached the Pagoh’s toll, I heard a sound of explosion that goes, “Pom!” I thought I was hit.

The next thing I saw was my car heading towards the divider. I couldn’t steer to change the direction of my vehicle anymore. I went into a straight collision with the divider.

My car crash and I started screaming calling for my father. Glass starts to shatter and enter my mouth. My windscreen cracked and spider-webbed. I couldn’t see anything in front of me anymore.

The car rolled off the highway to the grassy plane on the left. The grassy area is sort of a slope. My car rolled over and over again vertically. The car is rolling very fast, and I’m still screaming for my dad.

Then it stopped. My dad was conscious. He asked me what happened and got off the car fast. I tried to open my door. It’s still good. I took off my safety belt. But it was then that I realize I was trembling like crazy. I had blood oozing out from my lips and forehead. Although I wasn’t stuck inside my car, I couldn’t get my feet to move out of my car. I’m trembling and shaking.

My dad came over to pull me out. He helped me to the side. When I looked back at the highway, I think we flew off around 50-60metres away. I can’t be too sure of the distance. And there’s no other car that hit me. I don’t know where the sound of impact came from.

Some Malay guys sprung out of nowhere and helped us. One of them sent me to the hospital. I was sent to Hospital Pakar Sultanah Fatimah at Muar. The doc at the emergency ward had me X-Rayed. Then she told me I’d to be admitted. I’d no idea what happened. All I know is that I had injured my neck. They immediately put on a neck collar on me. My mum came with my uncle and aunt. They hurried all the way to Muar after my dad told them about the accident.

Me in the collar. I looked like shit.

Then I was sent to the orthopedics’ ward. There I learned that I misaligned some neck bones, but I can be discharge the next day. At the moment my dad and mum is already there with me. He’s fine except for some minor scratches on his left elbow. I’m just happy that he’s fine. I’m really glad that he’s fine. If anything happened to him, I don’t know if I can forgive myself.

Everybody that had seen that car said that it’s a miracle that we’re both still alive. Some said that we’re hell lucky. Some said God was with us. Whatever it is, I thank God for still being to blog and all.

My dad took this picture after it's towed back to Melaka. I haven't seen the car yet after I crashed it.

i sMasHeD mY caR oN cHriStmAs eVe

What the fuck is wrong with my luck these days? I’m so fucking unlucky, and I feel like blowing my head off with an AK47 (if I had one).

This morning, I was driving outta the college area when I suddenly hit some 1 ft high concrete with my front bumper. The screeching sound is like so damn loud and I can actually feel my heart beating in my throat. I was so shocked. When I get off my car to check, all i can see is the whole front bumper already fell off. What a retard I am.

I drove to the nearest auto repair shop (which is not a body shop), and they say I’d to change the whole bumper. The bumper brackets are all broken. According to the mechanic, my bumper is already out of shape. There’s nothing much to be done except to change a whole new bumper. So I placed my order.

Then I thought that I should have called my dad, asked his opinion of what to do. He answered my phone call and briefly said:

"Don’t fix. Bring the bumper back to Melaka."

Eventually, I go back to the shop and cancelled my order. Haiz, and back to Melaka I did. I cruised my all my way back (more than 130km) with my front bumper in my car, instead of having it on the front. I have no choice since the NGV tank is occupying the rear storage.

Yea, that's my front bumper. wtf..

Took a picture of it when I reach Melaka. This scene really render me mood-less.

What a Christmas.. I guess this is my 'best' Christmas present this year. Merry Christmas to all you dudes out there.

Drive safely. Do not kill your car alright?