My Yandere Car

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This car might rape me one day

It’s official…

… my car is a Yandere.

I’ve been using my lovely kancil “Suzie” since 2005. She’s been serving me well… until she showed her true colors. She’s truly… a Yandere.

She’s a second hand car, aged 9 years old when I first “touched” her. The previous owner was a girl and the car was still in mint condition. She served me well, and she loves me. Although she’s an old car, she’s VERY reliable and rarely fails on me. She bought me to Penang twice, that says a lot.

But again cars automobiles are like mechanical girlfriends and she does frustrates me at times.

For example the air-conditioner. It failed so many times that I nearly gave up on fixing it but again, it wasn’t caused by Suzie’s age fault. The mechanic was an idiot and kept on replacing other parts of the air-conditioning system like the filter, cooling coil, and the filter pin. I went to another mechanic to find out that the actual faulty part of was the main condenser coils that was punctured when my brother rammed Suzie into another car. In short, in the process of fixing the air-cond, I nearly replaced the entire system.

Let’s get back to the topic: My Car is a Yandere.

Why? Because SHE IS. Here’s why.

Of course, like any other human beings, you want something better than what you already have. My parents offered to replace Suzie with a newer car but I said “no” due to my love for the car. Really, it has a lot of sentimental values to me. Besides, she was fine. WAS.

Slowly, I start to face problems. The drive-shaft starts to fail, the engine is slowly loosing it’s power and so on. So, subconsciously I thought of replacing her since her maintenance is steadily increasing. I thought of… Honda City…

( Yes, I would love to own Honda City and I will GET ONE after I start working ).

Somehow, she felt jealous and STARTS TO DIE ON ME. Every single time I talk about getting a new car, she acts up.

Like few months ago, for no reason her left tire was punctured while I was waiting for my friend at the roadside!

Also, refuses others to get into the car too at times by pretending to fail the servo for the locks. There was also an incident while I was at my grandma’s house in PJ, she locked the car while my keys in it ( pictured above, don’t be deceived by her innocent looks ). My spare key was in my bag… which was also locked in the car. The other spare key was all the way back in Melaka. We had to break into the car by force.

One morning I discovered the rear windshield cracked into million pieces, until now I still don’t know how it happened. The most logical explanation was “she went emo”.

It’s hard to wake her up early in the morning nowadays.

The latest incident would be 2 days ago. I was in campus until 3am. It was late, and I decided to go back home ( after a session of late supper of course ). Went to my car and SHE REFUSES TO START. Dammit. I just send her to workshop for service the previous day! So yeah, I was stuck in campus… until sun rises up so I can call a mechanic to check up on her. Maybe she overheard my discussion of getting a new car with my mom.

So from now on, no one is allowed to discuss anything about “cars” around her. She might kill me in a car crash so I can die with her. /touch wood

PS: I’m keeping that plate number no matter what. No one is taking that number away from me. No one ~
PPS: I still prefer to drive my car than my brother’s Waja. I don’t know why…
PPPS: I HOPE MY CAR IS NOT READING THIS.