I didn't feel like going downtown, and I was practically rotting at home, so I decided to go visit Mother K and lend Wai my Supreme Notes 1.0 from Mr. Sim. And it was about time for me to restock my weekly happy food, too. So after leaving Mother K's house, I went to Boulevard.
I've gotta say, it was the smartest choice ever.
For those who've already heard of this, I JUST GOT MY LICENCE TWO AND A HALF WEEKS AGO, AND I'M A NOVICE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! It wasn't my fault that some stupid contractor built the parking lot SO small, and it wasn't my fault either that I had to park beside a hugeass wall because there wasn't anywhere else to park.
And it wasn't my fault my mom's car ended up looking like this.
Tadah! I call it, The Scratch 2008.
It happened when I tried to reverse the car. I was busy taking care of my car's ass I forgot it had a head. And so I wasn't aware of the I'm-sure-anticipated-by-many mortal danger until I heard the single most excruciating sound in the world, which went, CRRRHHHHHHHHHH....HHHHH.
Sigh. And that was why, now, I have to undergo a second probation, after being stripped naked, tied onto a coconut tree outside my house and left alone for two nights to feed the mosquitoes. Isn't that just great? And it wasn't even my fault to begin with. Not my fault.
The rest of last week was not very eventful. Thank the heavens, because eventful = melodrama = somebody gets hurt. Oh oh and the long awaited R3 SE has finally arrived.
Forgive my lack of skills in photography. And yes it's yellow.
The butt.
I don't get to drive it due to a few solid reasons:
1. I am capable of scratching a Kancil when there isn't even an obvious bumper. Heck, I can't drive ANY car with a head.
2. That's not exactly a family car. The evil rightful owner of the R3 is - *cue horror music* - my sister.
3. I don't want to die so young. (pst, my sister is murderous I tell you)
Who would want to drive her car anyway? Cheh. I love driving Kancil. It's so comfy, and cozy, and small, and slow. Hmph.
Went to Jia Zhen's birthday party. Hate to say it but, after the dinner, it was beginning to feel a little wee bit draggish. BUT, thank the heavens yet again, we were just a few steps away from Popwave. *light bulb flashes* And when we were happily counting heads and planning to bring the birthday girl for some karaoke, the brilliant Eddie Ed realized he'd forgotten to bring along his house keys! Oh the dramz.
And so, I schemed, and I texted my mom. I gave her specific instructions on how to let me in without me actually having the keys. It was ingenious I tell you. I told her to leave the house keys beside the storeroom's grill. Then I asked her to find a piece of rag to cover the house keys. AND THEN I told her I would climb over the gate, get the keys underneath the rag, open the door, and enter the house!
But moms. They are always so paranoid. My mom rejected the flawless plan and asked me to get home at once. It was 9.30 pm! 9.30! I couldn't find a ride home, so my dad had to come and pick me up. Bad idea. An angry father with a clock pointing at the International Senior Citizen's Sleeping Hour (exactly 9.30 pm) were not the best combo. Throughout the journey home, R3 was practically flying.
Let's just say that pissed off, andropausal men are scary. Period.
So here are some random pictures!
Zhen and the evil sister. Fantabolous cake!
The messed up family. All hail Mother K.
Lam and the most long-lived hailer I've ever seen.
Cousin trying to eat up nephew.
My dog! May said she was cute, but not cuter than her owner. Bwahahaha.
P/s: I'm leaving for KL-Penang in two days. Do not expect gifts! :P
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