Dear Readers,
My rental car is named Justin. I made a promise that my first car would be named Justin – therefore everyone meet Justin – my super old, ugly blue Daewoo top line Espero.
Justin is really ghetto. His insides are all worn out, and he runs on LPG gas, and when I turn it on, there is neon blue light glowing. He’s also falling apart, the headlight switch is the same switch stick (for lack of the technical term) so when I turn on the headlights, if Justin jiggles a bit, the highlight turns on. So alot of people think that I’m flashing them, when I’m not. The rear view mirror is also very wobbly, that when I drive through bumps, it moves and I have to readjust.
Justin also really loves me and anyone who sits in the car, he is a very needy thing, because he LOCKS us in. That’s right, the front passenger side door does not open if it’s locked internally. Meaning that when I drop off Jeab, or Grego, I have to get out of the car – take my key out of the ignition and walk to the passenger side to open the door.
I really wanted to take photos of Justin to show you all, but I’ve been lazy and also, he is quite the shit box.
On Tuesday, October 21st 2008, it was a really tiring day for me. I played tennis for 30 minutes, did weights for 1 hour, and felt totally exhausted. Left the capitol club at 5:30, and this time I asked dad if I could play my Retro Hits mp3 disc while driving and he let me. And so on route to the tollway, I didn’t notice that I was in the wrong lane – I was driving in the inner most lane, that was turning right, the middle lane also is allowed to turn right. So at the intersection, I drove forward, and this HUGE ASS white blue and yellow bus turned right.
Collision.
Mom and Dad said I was driving quite fast, but I didn’t think so. And I didn’t notice the bus until Mom said, “Stace, do you see the bus TURNING!!!!” and I was like, “What/???” and right then and there
I saw the bus crushing into Dad’s side, and I saw the window shatter in slow motion, while Dad was like, AHhh!! And maintaining eye contact with me, it was so traumatising! And the sound effects? It really sounded like those crash scenes in movies. So – well done Hollywood for such an accurate projection!
I then stopped the car, and just sat there in total shock, and super worried about Dad and that he’d yell at me. Because – Justin only has 3rd party insurance, and looking at the damage I thought, god dammnit I just bought Justin.
Though I locked Justin when we left Capitol club, when I was sitting in the car, just staring at the wheel, someone opened my door! It was the bus driver checking it everyone was okay. And when he opened the door, I saw the incoming traffic from the right side. Which meant that even though I was in the wrong lane, the bus definitely cut me!! If I was going to turn right, I would have had and accident too!
I was so surprised, my parents didn’t yell at me, they told me to remain calm, and the police came over the mark the scene, then I had to pull over to call the insurance. One of the worst moments was when the bus had to back up to un-collide with Justin. There were more scratch sounds, and I felt like fainting. They told me not to worry, and it’s not my fault. Really loving and caring, they wanted to come over close to me, to give me a hug, but I had to shy away because I was worried about getting all teary.
Really impressed that I remained my composure, I really wanted to call Mr. Celebrity at that time, to tell him what happened, but I thought if I did, i would get all teary so I didn’t. And because our accident happened 3 minutes away from Dianna’s house, I really wanted to call her and ask her to pick up my parents. But my parents told me not too. After 45 minutes, when the adjuster came, I called Dianna, she just left her house and she said, Oh you should had called me earlier! I would have picked you up! and I replied, I KNOW!!!
I love you Dianna!
We went to the police station, and somehow we spent 3 hours there. At the end of the day, both parties were found in the wrong, and in that case – in Thailand the insurance policy is for both damaged parties to fix their own mess.
And after 3 hours, we realised that this is a private operated bus – the driver bought the bus, and the route, and does not have any insurance! If he were to pay for the damage, that would be equivalent to his monthly salary. So we couldn’t do that to him. And – the injustice – just because I’m relatively rich, I have to pay the damage myself. Grrr..
And – on a random note – there was one really good looking police officer on duty! So is this the chosen occupation for good looking thai men? Hmmm…too bad I don’t speak thai. sigh.
Imagine, I had to drive Justin home, and thank goodness he had tempered glass. So even though he’s a shit box, he has some good points. The officer tapped the window and exclaimed – OMG! Where is the Side Mirror! That’s right! The window – shattered, side mirror – wiped out, door – bent inwards.
I had to drive him home!! And as I was easing out of the police station, his window fell off! ARgh!! So scary!
It’s the worst thing in the world, getting into a car accident, and having to drive the thing that risked your life and your family’s life home.
Greg took a lot of photos of Justin after the accident, but I haven’t seen them yet, I’m sure they look really bad so he is protecting me.
So after the accident, I’ve been feeling really down, and unmotivated with life because – 1. I have to pay to give Justin reconstructive surgery, which I feel he doesn’t deserve, and 2. Dad is still going to keep on renting Justin so that I can practice driving more.
ARGH!!!! I’m so upset about this. I’m upset that I put Dad in harm’s way (Mom too, but the collision hit dad directly) and I have to say that he is really blessed, because he has no bruises, no whip lash.
My right eye was twitching ALOT 2 nights ago (so much that I couldn’t sleep ) and yesterday morning. I’m just really scared that something is going to happen to me really soon.
A bit paranoid, worried and broken hearted,
Stacy
One song I used to play over and over was ” Love me for a reason, ” and I love the part when Stephen sings “Kisses and caresses are only minor tests babe, of love turned to stresses between a woman and a man..”
oven and now I am branded. Fabulous, the scar is around 1.5 inch long, and I think its going to take me around 2 years (hopefully) to recover from it. Sigh… It doesn’t hurt so much, but today I accidently brushed it and the blister popped and now it’s sore and ugly.