Time flies. In the blink of an eye, we’ve been together for two months already! Since Day One, we’ve been hanging out day and night. She’s been following me everywhere and I l-u-r-v-e every moment of it.

I don’t know if my best friend is jealous or anything. I mean, I introduced her to him a week after we hooked up. He seemed really happy for me. I even had them spend some quality time together when I was away.

Something bad happened while I was in Taiwan.

My best friend whacked my girlfriend on Saturday.

*Thunder and lightning*

Ryan called me on Saturday morning and told me in a frantic tone that he got into an accident.

Cruz:
Oh. So what happenend?

Ryan:
I knocked into a Corolla at a traffic junction.

Cruz:
Then?

Ryan:
His bumper is dented.

Cruz:
Oh. And my car?

Ryan:
The number plate is cracked.

Cruz:
Haha. No worries. It’s already cracked.

Ryan:
Ok. Now it has more cracks.

Cruz:
Never mind. Number plate cheap cheap only.

I got Dasmond to call Ryan and make arrangements for the Corolla owner to get his damages assessed. I was on my way out, you see.

Along the way, Don got roped in to help. And by the end of the day, almost everyone knew my best friend whacked my girlfriend.

Heng ah. That time you never change your number plate.

Wah! This just proves that Mazda very steady hor? Corolla bumper flat, your car still ok ah?

Not exactly. Before dinner, Ryan called to say there was actually a small dent as well. He missed that out during his panic attack.

Cruz:
Oh. How big is the dent? The length?

Ryan:
Erm.. About two cm.

Cruz
And how deep is that?

Ryan:
About 0.5cm…

Cruz:
Like that only huh? Ok lah. No worries. Don’t sweat. Btw, my mum just scolded me. She said I kept asking about the car, I didn’t ask about you. You’re okie right?

Ryan:
Ya ok.

Cruz:
Hah noh. I told her it’s just knocking into people’s car only what. Nothing major.

Ryan:
Excuse me, why do you seem so relaxed, or even amused about the whole matter?

Cruz:
Huh? What’s there to sweat about?!

Later that night in Taipei, a blue car crashed into a taxi which was getting out from its parallel parking lot.

A loud bang. The blue car jumped into the air for a second. Lots of commotion. Lots of debris on the ground.

The thing happened right in front of me!

As kaypoh Andrew moved forward with kaypoh me to check things out, he said

Now, do you feel better already?

Hahaha.

Before I got a car, I thought I would be one of those over-dramatic types, lingering around the car the entire day just to make sure it looks really neat. No room for dust and no tolerance for any imperfections.

Soon, I realised I wasn’t that siao on. I even told my mum not to get me a mobile vacuum, cos I won’t ever use it.

The cracked number plate has been there since I knocked into a Kangoo on 31 Dec. I didn’t do anything about the scratches I collected at the Causeway Point Carpark. And let’s not mention the tiny scratches beneath when I mounted kerbs in the first two weeks.

A car is a car.

Something to get me from Point A to Point B.

Not an art piece to show off or an item to spend too much time over.

That said, I still love her. Haha.

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