"Tahun ini, Hari Kemerdekaan jatuh pada 31 Ogos."
You didn't get it? Here's the subtitle:
This year, the National Day falls on 31st August.
I’ll probably always remember the 2nd day of the 2008 Beijing Olympics. Not because of the Games itself, but for something that happened to me personally.
It was something that I can say has shaken me, mentally.
On 09.08.08, I, Benjamin Yeo Ee Seng, had been involved in my first ever accident as a licensed driver. For the record my driving license is still valid until November 23rd of this year.
I, Benjamin Y.E.S., at around 8 pm, the night when the whole Miri had a blackout, knocked a Ford Ranger from behind with my mother’s Kancil. I guess you should have a good guess of the outcome.
The damage was not that bad though. The guy had a dented bumper and I had my front area half-f*cked. I’m thankful I made it safely to dinner. The guy was cool, so we settled it there and then that no payments or compensation were needed.
While I am thankful that nothing happened to me seriously or no serious damaged happened, I was still asking God why that happened.
Today we had replacement classes for Raya, so I went to school on a Saturday morning. But I went extra early, around 5.50am. I have never ever driven off from home/work or wherever that early. I was early because I was doing a favour to drive Nancy and a fellow trainee to SK Senadin.
At school, I had no lessons to teach because my class was involved with a health talk. After that I was on duty to watch the students as they go about having fun at the simple demo by the Police, Fire Dept and Army. I even went on after my ‘shift’.
I also did something, something that I myself would not expect of myself. I finally talked to the pretty young teacher.
When school was over, I helped a teacher reversed her car from a difficult position.
I went off to have lunch, without breaking any traffic rules, and paid every single cent required of me.
I went back to my hostel, and knocked myself off to sleep.
I woke up and the electricity was out, so I thought I’d get out of that. But soon found out it was the whole city in darkness.
I can’t recall doing any wrong actions etc. So I asked God, why, at a time when I’m borrowing money from my parents as our August allowance is held up, when I am going through a physically and mentally tiring period, did He allowed the accident to happen.
But I then realised, everything could easily been very different. It could be some Ah Bengs in an outrageously pimped car with heavily tinted windows that had I knocked. And you know Ah Bengs don’t take shit from people who are not Ah Bengs. So it could have been a violent scene that followed the accident. Yeah, those punks would have ended up in the hospital.
Or worse, it might have been a fatal accident where this post would not have been written.
So God, I am grateful everything’s alright. Come to think of it, my knocked up wallet is already that bad. I mean, my finances are already on a deficit. The only hurt I have is a bruised ego. I now have an accident on my personal driving ‘record’.