My first car...
You know, for as long as I can remember, I always imagined buying my first car would be a wonderful and exciting experience.I imagined the feeling of setting eyes on my very first 'baby'... the excitement of finally owning four wheels of my own to go where I want, when I want... to basically have the pleasure to say... "this is MY car!" I mean.. I dont know about other people, but when you were a teenager growing up, driving/owning a car was just about the coolest thing you could probably do. I did drive a car often back then, but I didnt own any of it.
Fast forward to today, 18th October 2007, being 22 and on my first real job, I found standing in front of what is now destined to be my first car...
It should have been great.. it should have been some sort of momentous occasion in my life... where mom and dad and what have you all supportively sharing in your excitement in this sort of 'coming-of-age-with-great-power-comes-great-financial-burden...." sort of thingy. But it was nothing like that. I went alone, on the way to work. I made the decision alone... based not on which colour I liked most, but on which car would cost me least and give me most.. never mind if the car is shocking pink or longkang water brown.
I choose what I think (and pray to God) was a good car,paid the booking deposit, arranged an interview with the financing bank and left.. but the feeling was not what I imagined it to be. Sure the engine purred beautifully, there was auto cruise control.. and the seats were full leather... ButI wasnt all excited about finally getting my hands on it, where I would drive to, or who I would tell first, or who my first official passenger would be.. Instead.. I was thinking about how on earth I was going to live on the rest of the month after using what I had to pay the booking deposit, how I was going to come up with RM2000 in a week, and how much I would have to pay every month for the next 7 years... Or what I would do if I ever meet an accident or if the car broke down, how would I pay for it all?
The journey to work was an upsetting one.. I thought I would be happy buying my first car.. but the frown I saw in the mirror told me otherwise. If felt more like I had just lost something than to gained. I guess thats what you get when reality bites. Everything is about the dollars and cents... everything is about cheques and cash.
So ya, some time next week, I will officially be a car owner.. horay. But after spending all the money on it, I would have to push the car.. since there would be no more cash left for petrol.
By the way... the colour is 'champagne gold'.. or so the car dealer told me.
posted by Compulsive Blogger @ 7:16 pm
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