Still these are the type of blog post that I will regret not writing up (just like what the birthday blog post that I didn't write).
So I went out with a close 'girlfriend' of mine at the end of last month (Friday).
Basically, we were wanting to hang out outside of the campus for so long, but didn't really get the chnce.
So what I basically did was one Wednesday after a full 8 to 7 class, plus a 9 to 11 meeting (we students are so attached to our KOP building), I walked straight up to her room.
Haha. Poor her. I kacau her right when she was studying (but when medic students never not study?), with a bunch of random usual stuffs just like I usually talk to her.
That's when I told her about being so painful. It's the type of pain that was uncomfortable all the time, and at unexpected time will stab you so sharp that it made my tooth aches, and result with me saying a sudden Ow! What's worse is that I couldn't really hear properly.
Being the friend that I know, of course she would forced me to go to the doctors. Which we did the very Friday.
And she said she was driving.
That's when the funny bit came.
Little did I know, that she was a terrible-not-so-terrible driver.
Yah. You know what I mean.
So the outing went on like this:
I got picked up around 2, and we went on a date at KFC where I couldn't differentiate when the the waiter said spicy or pepsi (not to mention, I mistaken the word kucing to cincin the night before). That's the sign how my ear was worse and how my past few days got by with a good laugh. Haha.
After the lunch date (which went really well), we were suppose to arrive at the clinic in less than 10 minutes, but what happened was we got there after more than 30 minutes.
The incidents why that happened was memorable.
At first, the car got into a bruise with the corner (the ones you see on the road sides), which made my friend past the turning point to the clinic and shoot straight up in a traffic jam to Kuantan.
While, in the traffic jam, the fuel got low to only 1 bar. Which was when my friend panicked that we could make to the petrol station in time.
So imagine me a non-licensed driver trying to comfort her that it was unnecessary to call a friend to help us, and that we will reach the petrol station in time. Cause God who knows how long we will get stuck in Kuantan if we stop there.
You think that's all?
After refulling up to 3 bars. The car won't start. Haha.
Of course, as a never-did-I-ever-take-driving-lesson-person, I didn't know why it couldn't start.
She said the battery gone low, which was impossible (for me), and in the end she had to ask the not-so-knowing workers there to help. Clearly, they were not much of a help.
So then we realise that the gear (I think?) was wrong, instead of P it was a D.
After all the commotion, we finally got to the clinic.
The car had a bad scratch which was non visible if didn't inspect closely with the bumper falling off (it can still attached back). At the very big least, we were safe. Along with me heart.
All in all, I got my meds and my longing date with my dear friend.
But I swear, next time If I got my license I will never get you to drive. Haha.
Sarang Haw, Chingu Yah!
The Girl in A Hood.
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