Series of Unfortunate Events
Being stuck up at my working place all the time is not a wonderful experience. Everyday to visit the same venue and do the same chores. What a routine life for an adventurer like me. It doesn’t take long before I wanna run away from this huge concrete prison. The only answer is how. My fate I have to end up here, a place where I don’t enjoy much of the things than I do. But people responsible for this are now being completely irresponsible. Well that’s a different story.
Anyway, one fine night my two friends and I were having our time out at coffee bean, just relaxing and chit chatting- u know the usual craps we youngsters do. From the place we were, KL reflected its beauty with the surrounding lightings, and all three of us looked in awe and wished we were there. That’s the beginning of the journey, looks more like a curse but we enjoyed the curse, if only al the curses in the world could be fun and enjoyable.
Thus the day after, we actually conspired to go down at 6.30pm after work. As my car had brakes problem I have ruled out the possibility of journeying with it, therefore I decided to borrow my friend’s car which was a Mazda Astina 323. Well, all you drifters wanna be, this car might be a good start. Back to the story, when I got the key of the car, I passed it to my fellow tripoder Din. I wasn’t so keen on driving, but this Din he can talk non stop about driving and all his skills and drifting etc etc. So I decided to let him drive, and he took the offer eagerly. Furthermore it’s a rear wheel drive, thus the guy got excited over the ability of the car to drift, but I warned him to take things smoothly.
Kenny and Din were with me at Coffee Bean yesterday when the whole curse struck, Young just joined the journey as he too felt the same way as us.
So we four began the cursed journey. After letting the car warm up for a while, it was time to go. Din stepped on the clutch, engaged the gear and accelerated out of the car park. No problem. However, just as we took the first downhill corner, Din’s eye caught some red flickering at the car’s speedo meter layout. But the car was driving normally thus Din decided not to convey this issue to the rest of us. If only we knew, probably we might have backe out from the journey that day. We stopped at the petrol station to pump in some air to the tyres. My friend had the fuel full so no worries for us. Off we went and things went smoothly. About half way through Din finally mentioned abt the red flickering lights. I saw the flickerings as well. Everytime he engages the clutch the engine dies of and that was what the red light indicated but since it’s a downhill, the car kept on moving smoothly after Din releases the clutch. From my experience, my car use to have the same problem as well, but then it wasn’t major such that it needed immediate attention, so I told Din, don’t worry, its fine and we just kept on moving unaware that the car is moving smoothly due to downhill momentum.
The journey was fine all the way down and then the problem surfaced again right at the toll plaza, when the engine died again right when we are about to pay. I was looking at Din, clueless as to what happened. He just kept on reigniting the engine. It took a while before the engine reignited.
The journey went smoothly thereafter (again). We reached to Giant, Batu Caves safely. No our intention wasn't shopping, it was a side event, the main event being to get away from the God Forsaken place remember? Din drove us through to the car park in the wrong direction. So the rest and I started condemning the guy for that, forgetting completely about the problems of the car. At one point Din thought he saw an empty space to park the car and as he accelerated towards the car park, the sudden disappointment caused the car’s problem to be awaken again. There was a shopping trolley parked at the lot and since from far there were few cars blocked the lot, we couldn’t see it in the beginning and as I said when disappointment hit Din, the car mati engine again. Finally after the same reigniting procedures Din managed to park somewhere right where the car stalled again but this time we are glad considering we have parked the car. So no worries, and as soon as he got out of the car phobia of driving hit Din. He passed the car keys to me as we entered Giant.
After 1.5 hours of wandering in Giant, where Din bought a 4-gang extension cable, Kenny bought his underwear (socks count as underwear too OK), Young bought his month stock of liqour, and I bought something to munch on. We later went back to the car. I thought things would be fine now that the car has got its rest. But as I mentioned earlier, it’s a curse. The car stalled everytime I ignite it. So confident of my skill being better than Din’s I managed to switch the gear swiftly and to a low skretching sound managed to reverse the car out of the lot. But no matter how good my skills are, it was no match for the damage the car is suffering, I can barely move smoothly out of the park lots to the main road and considering there are many other cars ahead of me, it made the whole thing worse. Everytime I brake the car to halt it dies off. At one point still inside Giant parking lot as if the car decided not to move until we repair it, no matter how many times I reignite the engine starts but dies off immediately the moment I release the accelerator. So we resorted to the classic approach. The rest of them pushed the car to a safer space within the car park as we knew we need to do something with the car else we are doomed. After 20 minutes of investigation ala CSI which included where we checked the temperature, water level and stuff, we came to a conclusion that the Astina has finally fainted. And non of us knew CPR for cars. Wish I brought my own car. Unsure of what to do as we were not the brightest about cars; engines in particular, I called the car owner.
My friend, the car owner really treated me like some kind of dumbass. Despite me having explained all the scene in an orderly and fashionable manner which covered all the problems and applied theoritical alternative solutions, the guy insisted on me pressing the accelerator after igniting the engine a while before start driving again…But the fact remains that everytime I release the accelerator the car faints.
Seeing that things are to no avail I asked Din and Kenny to go and enquire a near by car washer inside Giant’s parking lots if there could be any mechanics around. Then a malay guy came. I forgot to note down his name and he looked like he’s the owner of the Car Wash INC. Well I thought that guy might an expert or something but apa boleh buat…sama dunggu jugak. He tried revving up the engine as well. Duh! Like I didn’t do that and as if when he tries things are going to be ok. In fact the guy made the condition to move along the path of bad to worse. After he revved the engine, suddenly we heard a sound of punctured tube or leaking gas. Initially we thought its coming from a nearby water pipe. But then after a while we knew the guy has jacked our trouble to a higher degree.
Maybe at this moment the malay guy got a little freaked out as well, so he decided to call his part-time mechanic friend. After conversation with his friend the guy informed us that the mechanic is in Bangi at the moment and it will take him about 1 hour for the guy to get here. Well we got that much of time to spare of course considering we haven’t eaten our dinner as well. So we decided to take our dinner at a nearby banana leaf restaurant. Been craving for food like this mate.
Here comes the 2nd cursed journey –walking to the restauraunt was an adventure in itself.
We all walked on the highway towards the restaurant because we can't get over the monsoon drain and while on the way asked for directions twice and decided to follow a kid's advice to keep going in our direction and we had to cross across a flyover in order to go beneath it so that we could get to the other side of the road that we have been desperately trying to get to. As we reached the other side of the road we saw pasar malam stalls…but we were more tempted on the banana leaf leaving the pasar malam alone..I will deal with you next time Night Market.
After eating some horrible banana leaf (not the leaf lah), we went back to the Astina. Throughout our meal, we were contemplating various options if the mechanic guy can't fix the car or even worse, came wayyyyyyy too late. I called some people for alternative solution but to no avail, and we all brainstormed some tactics including taking a taxi back and leaving the Astina in Giant. We had to scrap that idea coz we would feel bad leaving my friend’s precious Astina back, plus he wouldn't like that idea and would probably give us a hell of an ass kicking when we come back. Of course the fact remains that even if we decide to leave the car and take a taxi back, the success rate is very slim. What will you think as a taxi driver when you see 3 bouncers and a drug addict waving to stop your taxi? Got the picture.
Well, when we reached the car at where it was left, the Bangi mechanic guy was there already! Thank God! He assessed the situation and began fixing. During the time, we all made jokes and laughed like wild hyenas at times and at other times we have low volume discussion regarding some issues which I won't share here(actually I kinda forgotten what we spoke about). Of course at times we were watching the mechanic cutting loose some wires and even worse just threw away one of it. We were shocked but couldn’t say anything cuz a mentioned earlier non of us are car engine savvy so we gotta put trust on this guy. But lo and behold, after 30 minutes, the car was temporarily fixed. The mechanic guy was cool man. He was chatting to Kenny while fixing some stuff in the engine compartment, including him having a high salary and this mechanic stuff being a hobby and all. Since the guy was being nice, I called upon the rest and told them that if he doesn’t except any money just give him about RM50. I mean RM50 divide by 4, Rm 12.50 per person only. I think if it were some other ill-hearted mechanic, it would have caused us a bomb. Well, as expected the mechanic didn't want to accept any money saying he just want to tolong-menolong like that (really our angel man). We decided to put RM50 in his pocket and we parted.
So this time I finally got a test drive; at least the car's engine didn't die everytime the clutch is engaged. Feeling confident with the car’s condition, I decided to rev it up and considering the road back home is straight, it just pumped my adrenaline to step on the ride (note : at this point I was driving really fast an non of the rest complained. Trust my driving of course ).
I drove all the way to a nearby Projet for a late drink. By this time Din began to overcome his earlier mentioned phobia and decided to get into the driver's seat after the Projet drink. He managed to drive smooth on the way back. On the way we were playing Project D’s –Dogfight song. Young instantly commented to Din to drive slow (I looked at the speedo metre and it indicated Din at present driving only at 60KM/H!) on the highway. Should have seen the look on Din’s face. This guy is not much of a slow driver anyway, and he is already slow due to the intense of confidence and trust people put on him but still he is required to drive slower. I recall the time I learnt to ride a motorbike. I took my mom for a spin and I am only going at 30 km/h and she got freaked out. Hahaha..Not a very good feeling though, but nowadays I can drive with my own rhythm and tempo considering no one doubts me. But Din, you got a long way to go pal.
Anyway, on the way up, we all decided to stop and have a break and take in some scenery, so Din had an idea where is the best spot and as he drove through and decided to stop, I saw this car, parked at the same sport we wanted to –I couldn’t recall the model but if not mistaken it is Honda City. As Din passes the car I saw this shadow of a girl on top of the guy and they were making out.
Din, parked us a bit in front and we all begin exiting the car. Imagine this….1st I came out of the car as a cool looking macha, the Din came out like some sort of all time boxer, and then this Young wearing only shorts opened the rear door and only stepped his one foot outside the car but still sitting in the car, potraying the look of an old timer –apek taiko (don’t ask me to explain the terms).I thought that was bad, but Kenny proved me wrong. He was worse .
Kenny got out of the car. Have I mentioned that he looks like a serenti escapist drug addict. With that kind of look he decided to kick a can he was holding into the sky. The rest of us looked at the Honda City's engine came to life. Kenny kept on kicking the can for a while until at one point he decided to stop and take a very scary turn and looked at the car's direction. All in a sudden hysteria struck him (that’s what I thought), he begin jumping up and down EXACTLY like a chimpanzee ass on fire, and we observe that the City's lights came on and the driver drove onto the road as if he was being chased by the police/mafia! The driver almost ran into the barrier! IT WAS SO DAMN FUNNY! We all got a real laugh for 1.85 minutes! I have never seen a funny scenario in my life before man. You should have seen it with your own eyes. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Anyway, we safely reached back safely after a night’s full of varieties. Fun and tragedy collides, series of unfortunate event takes ride.
Anyway, one fine night my two friends and I were having our time out at coffee bean, just relaxing and chit chatting- u know the usual craps we youngsters do. From the place we were, KL reflected its beauty with the surrounding lightings, and all three of us looked in awe and wished we were there. That’s the beginning of the journey, looks more like a curse but we enjoyed the curse, if only al the curses in the world could be fun and enjoyable.
Thus the day after, we actually conspired to go down at 6.30pm after work. As my car had brakes problem I have ruled out the possibility of journeying with it, therefore I decided to borrow my friend’s car which was a Mazda Astina 323. Well, all you drifters wanna be, this car might be a good start. Back to the story, when I got the key of the car, I passed it to my fellow tripoder Din. I wasn’t so keen on driving, but this Din he can talk non stop about driving and all his skills and drifting etc etc. So I decided to let him drive, and he took the offer eagerly. Furthermore it’s a rear wheel drive, thus the guy got excited over the ability of the car to drift, but I warned him to take things smoothly.
Kenny and Din were with me at Coffee Bean yesterday when the whole curse struck, Young just joined the journey as he too felt the same way as us.
So we four began the cursed journey. After letting the car warm up for a while, it was time to go. Din stepped on the clutch, engaged the gear and accelerated out of the car park. No problem. However, just as we took the first downhill corner, Din’s eye caught some red flickering at the car’s speedo meter layout. But the car was driving normally thus Din decided not to convey this issue to the rest of us. If only we knew, probably we might have backe out from the journey that day. We stopped at the petrol station to pump in some air to the tyres. My friend had the fuel full so no worries for us. Off we went and things went smoothly. About half way through Din finally mentioned abt the red flickering lights. I saw the flickerings as well. Everytime he engages the clutch the engine dies of and that was what the red light indicated but since it’s a downhill, the car kept on moving smoothly after Din releases the clutch. From my experience, my car use to have the same problem as well, but then it wasn’t major such that it needed immediate attention, so I told Din, don’t worry, its fine and we just kept on moving unaware that the car is moving smoothly due to downhill momentum.
The journey was fine all the way down and then the problem surfaced again right at the toll plaza, when the engine died again right when we are about to pay. I was looking at Din, clueless as to what happened. He just kept on reigniting the engine. It took a while before the engine reignited.
The journey went smoothly thereafter (again). We reached to Giant, Batu Caves safely. No our intention wasn't shopping, it was a side event, the main event being to get away from the God Forsaken place remember? Din drove us through to the car park in the wrong direction. So the rest and I started condemning the guy for that, forgetting completely about the problems of the car. At one point Din thought he saw an empty space to park the car and as he accelerated towards the car park, the sudden disappointment caused the car’s problem to be awaken again. There was a shopping trolley parked at the lot and since from far there were few cars blocked the lot, we couldn’t see it in the beginning and as I said when disappointment hit Din, the car mati engine again. Finally after the same reigniting procedures Din managed to park somewhere right where the car stalled again but this time we are glad considering we have parked the car. So no worries, and as soon as he got out of the car phobia of driving hit Din. He passed the car keys to me as we entered Giant.
After 1.5 hours of wandering in Giant, where Din bought a 4-gang extension cable, Kenny bought his underwear (socks count as underwear too OK), Young bought his month stock of liqour, and I bought something to munch on. We later went back to the car. I thought things would be fine now that the car has got its rest. But as I mentioned earlier, it’s a curse. The car stalled everytime I ignite it. So confident of my skill being better than Din’s I managed to switch the gear swiftly and to a low skretching sound managed to reverse the car out of the lot. But no matter how good my skills are, it was no match for the damage the car is suffering, I can barely move smoothly out of the park lots to the main road and considering there are many other cars ahead of me, it made the whole thing worse. Everytime I brake the car to halt it dies off. At one point still inside Giant parking lot as if the car decided not to move until we repair it, no matter how many times I reignite the engine starts but dies off immediately the moment I release the accelerator. So we resorted to the classic approach. The rest of them pushed the car to a safer space within the car park as we knew we need to do something with the car else we are doomed. After 20 minutes of investigation ala CSI which included where we checked the temperature, water level and stuff, we came to a conclusion that the Astina has finally fainted. And non of us knew CPR for cars. Wish I brought my own car. Unsure of what to do as we were not the brightest about cars; engines in particular, I called the car owner.
My friend, the car owner really treated me like some kind of dumbass. Despite me having explained all the scene in an orderly and fashionable manner which covered all the problems and applied theoritical alternative solutions, the guy insisted on me pressing the accelerator after igniting the engine a while before start driving again…But the fact remains that everytime I release the accelerator the car faints.
Seeing that things are to no avail I asked Din and Kenny to go and enquire a near by car washer inside Giant’s parking lots if there could be any mechanics around. Then a malay guy came. I forgot to note down his name and he looked like he’s the owner of the Car Wash INC. Well I thought that guy might an expert or something but apa boleh buat…sama dunggu jugak. He tried revving up the engine as well. Duh! Like I didn’t do that and as if when he tries things are going to be ok. In fact the guy made the condition to move along the path of bad to worse. After he revved the engine, suddenly we heard a sound of punctured tube or leaking gas. Initially we thought its coming from a nearby water pipe. But then after a while we knew the guy has jacked our trouble to a higher degree.
Maybe at this moment the malay guy got a little freaked out as well, so he decided to call his part-time mechanic friend. After conversation with his friend the guy informed us that the mechanic is in Bangi at the moment and it will take him about 1 hour for the guy to get here. Well we got that much of time to spare of course considering we haven’t eaten our dinner as well. So we decided to take our dinner at a nearby banana leaf restaurant. Been craving for food like this mate.
Here comes the 2nd cursed journey –walking to the restauraunt was an adventure in itself.
We all walked on the highway towards the restaurant because we can't get over the monsoon drain and while on the way asked for directions twice and decided to follow a kid's advice to keep going in our direction and we had to cross across a flyover in order to go beneath it so that we could get to the other side of the road that we have been desperately trying to get to. As we reached the other side of the road we saw pasar malam stalls…but we were more tempted on the banana leaf leaving the pasar malam alone..I will deal with you next time Night Market.
After eating some horrible banana leaf (not the leaf lah), we went back to the Astina. Throughout our meal, we were contemplating various options if the mechanic guy can't fix the car or even worse, came wayyyyyyy too late. I called some people for alternative solution but to no avail, and we all brainstormed some tactics including taking a taxi back and leaving the Astina in Giant. We had to scrap that idea coz we would feel bad leaving my friend’s precious Astina back, plus he wouldn't like that idea and would probably give us a hell of an ass kicking when we come back. Of course the fact remains that even if we decide to leave the car and take a taxi back, the success rate is very slim. What will you think as a taxi driver when you see 3 bouncers and a drug addict waving to stop your taxi? Got the picture.
Well, when we reached the car at where it was left, the Bangi mechanic guy was there already! Thank God! He assessed the situation and began fixing. During the time, we all made jokes and laughed like wild hyenas at times and at other times we have low volume discussion regarding some issues which I won't share here(actually I kinda forgotten what we spoke about). Of course at times we were watching the mechanic cutting loose some wires and even worse just threw away one of it. We were shocked but couldn’t say anything cuz a mentioned earlier non of us are car engine savvy so we gotta put trust on this guy. But lo and behold, after 30 minutes, the car was temporarily fixed. The mechanic guy was cool man. He was chatting to Kenny while fixing some stuff in the engine compartment, including him having a high salary and this mechanic stuff being a hobby and all. Since the guy was being nice, I called upon the rest and told them that if he doesn’t except any money just give him about RM50. I mean RM50 divide by 4, Rm 12.50 per person only. I think if it were some other ill-hearted mechanic, it would have caused us a bomb. Well, as expected the mechanic didn't want to accept any money saying he just want to tolong-menolong like that (really our angel man). We decided to put RM50 in his pocket and we parted.
So this time I finally got a test drive; at least the car's engine didn't die everytime the clutch is engaged. Feeling confident with the car’s condition, I decided to rev it up and considering the road back home is straight, it just pumped my adrenaline to step on the ride (note : at this point I was driving really fast an non of the rest complained. Trust my driving of course ).
I drove all the way to a nearby Projet for a late drink. By this time Din began to overcome his earlier mentioned phobia and decided to get into the driver's seat after the Projet drink. He managed to drive smooth on the way back. On the way we were playing Project D’s –Dogfight song. Young instantly commented to Din to drive slow (I looked at the speedo metre and it indicated Din at present driving only at 60KM/H!) on the highway. Should have seen the look on Din’s face. This guy is not much of a slow driver anyway, and he is already slow due to the intense of confidence and trust people put on him but still he is required to drive slower. I recall the time I learnt to ride a motorbike. I took my mom for a spin and I am only going at 30 km/h and she got freaked out. Hahaha..Not a very good feeling though, but nowadays I can drive with my own rhythm and tempo considering no one doubts me. But Din, you got a long way to go pal.
Anyway, on the way up, we all decided to stop and have a break and take in some scenery, so Din had an idea where is the best spot and as he drove through and decided to stop, I saw this car, parked at the same sport we wanted to –I couldn’t recall the model but if not mistaken it is Honda City. As Din passes the car I saw this shadow of a girl on top of the guy and they were making out.
Din, parked us a bit in front and we all begin exiting the car. Imagine this….1st I came out of the car as a cool looking macha, the Din came out like some sort of all time boxer, and then this Young wearing only shorts opened the rear door and only stepped his one foot outside the car but still sitting in the car, potraying the look of an old timer –apek taiko (don’t ask me to explain the terms).I thought that was bad, but Kenny proved me wrong. He was worse .
Kenny got out of the car. Have I mentioned that he looks like a serenti escapist drug addict. With that kind of look he decided to kick a can he was holding into the sky. The rest of us looked at the Honda City's engine came to life. Kenny kept on kicking the can for a while until at one point he decided to stop and take a very scary turn and looked at the car's direction. All in a sudden hysteria struck him (that’s what I thought), he begin jumping up and down EXACTLY like a chimpanzee ass on fire, and we observe that the City's lights came on and the driver drove onto the road as if he was being chased by the police/mafia! The driver almost ran into the barrier! IT WAS SO DAMN FUNNY! We all got a real laugh for 1.85 minutes! I have never seen a funny scenario in my life before man. You should have seen it with your own eyes. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Anyway, we safely reached back safely after a night’s full of varieties. Fun and tragedy collides, series of unfortunate event takes ride.
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