Series of Unfortunate Events

It was 22nd November 2010. It was like any other Monday. Only this particular Monday, I decided to take Faidhi with me back to my hometown. Nothing unusual about that, nonetheless. He's been to my home a couple of times. And I thought this time, it would be just like all the other times. But when the fact is that, it wasn't. This trip, this time, was a little bit different.

Now, to say that what happened to us that day is similar to Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events, means that I am exaggerating (although I do love the idea of exaggeration). But it doesn't mean it isn't bad. Because it was. Trust me. I almost died. Well, not literally.

So here's how it started off. Normal stuffs. I was already at his place, so we moved from there. We packed our stuff, and started moving at around 12.30pm. And since he was the guy, so I thought it's only normal that he take the wheel, although the car was mine. So we took a stop at Shah Alam first, since I needed to take some stuffs. So then we really took off at around 2pm.

So again, things were just normal. Everything was great, actually. Conversations over conversations. It was only around 100km left to reach home. It was all good.. until we hit into something...


This was the thing we collided into. The freaking traffic cone. And no, the girl was not there. The accident didn't happen because Faidhi saw a girl in the middle of the road, picking up a book, but really, she meant to show her ass. No. It wasn't. Unless if it was, then Faidhi, I am going to kill you.

You might think it's actually stupid to run over a cone, and nothing would happen even if you did. Because I was always curious to think how it would be like to run over it. Cos, it's just plastic, right? Well, then, here's the answer to the question: It ain't pretty. After we (a.k.a. Faidhi) ran over the cone, he kinda drag the thing together with the car, resulting a massive 'pain' to my bumper. (read: the car's bumper, pervs) We stopped at the side of the road to check on it. And the lower part of the bumper literally broke. The clips at the sides can't hold the bumper. The bumper didn't drop though, thank God.

No words could express my anger at that time. IT WAS MY CAR, and SOMEBODY ELSE BROKE IT! Boyfriend or not, I was furious. I went back into the car, and switched on my aircond, only to find out that when I did, strange annoying noises were coming out of it. And that's when I snapped. We moved on our journey after that, but then it became tensed. I got upset, and threw a fit. Who wouldn't be when you're angry, and the aircond can't work without jamming the car. So, yada yada yada. That was it. I became calm again after we stopped at the R&R. I drived after that.

Now, there would always be a strike three in everything. But in our case, Faidhi calls it a 3-series. Yep, he thinks that by being jinx, he could gain a Beemer. At our exit, a few metres before, I was getting ready to look for my Touch 'n' Go, only to find that it was missing. I asked Faidhi since he was the last person to use. We end up driving to the side, and trying to look for it. So since its 'our day', obviously we couldn't find it. I just drove to the toll, and told the girl that we lost our card. And she said the penalty was RM69.30. Shocked, so I asked for forgiveness. Haha. Forgiveness. What a word to use. Anyyyyyway, we didn't pay the penalty. Only the fare from the last exit.

So that was it. Our series of unfortunate events. We eventually got home, but got to the workshop first to check on the aircond before facing my parents. Being the mastermind of lies that I was, I created a story to my parents, saying that the accident happened because of the aircond suddenly became annoying and at the same time increasing the car's RPM, therefore, reducing the car's power, which made Faidhi lost control of the car and hit the cone. Ain't that clever for somebody who knows nothing about cars?