My First of Everything, Tagged.

Tagging Games

I think I’ve mentioned a lot on NH, I hate tagging games. That being said, people still tag me. I read somewhere, it actually improves Google PageRank and Technorati Ratings, somehow I don’t see any merit in that. I blog my thoughts, not to be popular.

I’ve been tagged by a sweety, AyumiLuck. In this tag, I’m supposed to write 5 of my first time experiences. This is a very long post ➡

The Driving License

Car KeysI actually failed my driving license once. I was given a stupid Kancil and was asked to parallel park the car. The car was so bloody freaking stupid, it was like a vehicle that survived a journey to hell. Long story short, I rammed into 7 (of 10) parking flags. So please, pardon me if you feel like orgasm when riding with me :XO:

The Car Crash

Audi A6I was on the way back from Terawih. A motorcyclist banged me when I switched lane. He had no head lights, I couldn’t possibly see him out in the darkness. My dad said to mom, “penampar budak ni pon tak gune, mende dah jadi“. Sorry Dad, for crashing your beloved Audi A6 😥

The Judge at the Court

JudgeI received a letter to attend a court hearing (?). It was actually to file the accident case I mentioned above. He was a mean fella, he literally side-kicked everyone, including the police man who was caught napping.

Judge : Who is representing you?
NoktahHitam : Me.
Judge : You need a lawyer to represent you.
NoktahHitam : Oh?
Judge : Are you stupid?
NoktahHitam : If I’m stupid, then so are you, Sir.

I fear nobody, even the law enforcers. I was 18, I know nothing about law other than our Federal Constitution. Later I found out that my insurance company who is supposed to represent me, was absent. Anyway, the motorcyclist sued me for RM170,000.00 🙄

The First Rugby Injury

InjuryI was a winger, so was he, the opponent in front of me. Friend R, passed me the oval-shaped-ball and shouted, Go Eddie Go! I ran as hard as I could. A few meters from the try line, I was swiped off the field. It was a high speed collision, his shoulder against my waist. I rolled for a few seconds eventually being substituted.

I went to see a doctor, he gave me more pain-killers. I later found out, I tore my back muscle. For a month, I slept in a sitting position, my thigh tucked to my chest, arms around my ankle and a pillow on my knees. It was dreadful :mrgreen:

The First Time in First Class

KLMWhen I was in Standard 2, my dad got promoted for a staff exchange program.

We flew on KLM. Upon boarding, the steward, directed us to the staircase. I looked up, and saw a silhouette of huge dutch lady with her hands on her waist. I was scared, she could easily pin me down by sitting on me. I looked at mom and said , “Mom, I don’t want to go up there. She looks like HEMAN“. Mom laughed.

She turned out to be a tall, beautiful blonde. I told myself ,”I want to marry someone like that”. What a remark 😉

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I would like to tag the following:

Aisyah Rozi (consider this a revenge!)
Nana (jgn buat-buat rajin bole? Aku tau ko kaki blog kt office)
Youppe (if this isn’t much of a trouble for you)
Medea (keep writing!)
Fiz Hassan (so how are you, teacher?)
Melbie (babe, hope this ease kan your tense!)
Bongkersz (buang mase aku tag ko, bukan buat pon. hahaha)

ps: no ps, all the above is already personal

pss: Banyaknye kerja! 😯

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