Yup its here

There had always been a buzz on my new purchase recently.

I think I wasnt born with a silver spoon, my education wasnt tt great, pay wasnt that fantastic, family isnt very much well-off. thus getting my own ride, I think I came a few yrs too late. (compared to my peers)

I can see lawyers, doctors, engineers at 29. But me at 29, I'm still in sales. In limbo. Not sure when can I reach the shore, continuing floating in the prospect of 'performance' and ' results'. Such is the nature of sales line.

frankly when my older colleagues was asking me casually if i felt excited about receiving my new ride, I shrugged my shoulder and said, " so-so lor ". which indeed does reflect my concerns in this black Lancer mistress, which I lovingly named N.

N represent a part of me which came too late. She drinks quite a lot of fuel, but beyond her black exterior, I saw, individuality in her. the shaping of a normal looking ride into something.. call 'east-ride' .

and of coz, I have to worry about N various others things. Like N monthly instalments. N weekly guzzling of petrol. N parking. N parking offences if I aint careful.

recently I paid an Indian man whom cleans the cars in my MSCP for a month of cleaning the car ($35 is a gd deal for an entire month, and he cleans them everyday). N daily cleaning maintenance. N up-coming servicing is coming soon. N make-up kits. I want her to be perfect. the perfect mistress for a man like me.

But of course if you asked me, 'are you sure you're really not that excited about owning a car?" I could be joking. I was in C&C on that monday straight after my bintan tour.

Once Terrence gave me the key, I inserted it into her keyhole, the first time i heard her purring engine. it got me excited. I stepped on her accelerator, more purring. it was orgasmic.

I wasted no time that day, went to the town council, got her first season ticket. top up her first tank. heard the first sound of the alarm system. the locking beep and the unlocking double-beep. N behaves like the woman whom I had so much interest in. mysterious. waiting to be explored.

I took N to the car workshop and fitted her with a spoiler, vortex generator. (sharksfin) slowly, she took shape. it wasnt drastic. but gradually, she took shape. to the owner's whims and fantasies.

I took pains to dress up N. I went to the car forum, read thr every single thread, make excel sheets on costing and parts. Just for N.

I made friends in the car forum as well. which was all thanks to N too.

I fetch my mum off from work that fateful monday. she wasted no time in calling everyone she knows in her phonebook that her son had come to fetch her in a car. headlines in her handphone conversation, constantly ringing the same sentences, 'I waited 30 yr for this'

(sorry mum , I wish I were a bit smarter, I wished I were more diligent in my schooling days, maybe you could see this faster) but that's the best I could do right now.

This 4-wheeler changed my life directions, and inversely affects a little in my family. Esp the women in the house, rattling non-stop about it. I wonder if this is going well, or should I be worried?

I experienced my first traffic jam bringing N baby out to work. Having cursed the SBS driver whom makes me late for work on many occasions, I finally understand the meaning of circumstances. Whether you're a Lexus, a lancer or an SBS, when the jams comes, you're still an immobilished car.

There's still a lot of things I am learning. Like unethical behaviours of other road users. the road hogging, tailgating, ERP gantries, car parking, coupons, ticket ladies, parallel parking ( i hated this), speeding. I'm still a student in those things.

but gradually I am sure, N will be my perfect companion and helper, in the next 10 yrs.