Monday was a sunny cheery day so i decided to have ha young over for a geeky traditional ritual a.k.a. studying.
It was 10 minutes before six when ha young kindly announced that she has to be home, and needs a ride.
Given that all my drivers are in the office 20 minutes away, i selflessly bestowed ha young the honor of driving her home myself.
My offer was greeted with a look of utter terror.
Desperate and in doubt, she half-willingly stepped into the passenger seat, seatbelt fastened almost immediately, as i took my place at the driver's seat in my dad's prized white prado.
I took a moment of silence as i pondered what to do next, gaping blankly at the steering wheel. The look of horror returned to ha young's face.
Regaining senses and memory, i gracefully backed the car out of its resting place and into the road.
I avoided and evaded fellow drivers and other obstacles such as the dreaded lamp post, skillfully tackled the roundabout with my excellent driving skills. All was well, until the traffic lights...
My misplaced mind, making out the route to ha young's place, distracted me from braking at the precise moment.
My passenger had begun chanting her praises to her Lord.
"OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!"
Inevitable as it is, the crash didn't come. My awesome driving skills proved to be more powerful that fate itself, with quick actons and instincts, as The White Prado came to a halt a mere couple of centimetres behind a red kenari with a male human of the malay race in it.
The male human of the malay race looked back to glare at me, only to meet my half-closed eyes from laughing with ha young.
The rest of the journey posed no threat significant against my magnificent driving skills, save for one part, when an opposing car had forced me to drive to close to the curb and skidded the side of The White Prado's wheel, in order to let that opposing car, driven with skills obviously inferior to mine.
And Khazz thriumphs once again over the vicious streets of Kuching.
14.3.07
The adventures of Khazz - The White Prado
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I have decided never to get in a car that is being driven by a wardrobe.
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