Good-hair-day no more
i think i must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. maybe i'm too exhilarated by my new hairdo that i forgot to look at the side mirror and ram my car into a stone house. erm.... as in a mini stone house that my dad placed in our garden. i used to think that it serves a purely decorative purpose, but now i know better, because the stupid thing scratched my poor baby beyond words. sooo hoorrigible....
immediately my denial mode kicked in. i can't even bear to look at it. so i tried to drive to work as if the object that scratched my car is only a blade of grass. but no matter how i reverse, i simply could not detangle my car from the bloody stone house. in fact, the scratches seemed to be getting even more disasterous by the minute. just as i was contemplating defeat, i noticed a few curious neighbours milling outside my house, making a spectacle out of my futile attempts. what the *hard-core expletive*? aiyoh, dun just stand there lar uncle. at least be helpful and give a few tips to get me out of this mess. darn pissed i tell ya.
when i finally reached my office, i unloaded my tales of woe to min hui. but as she rightfully pointed out, i'm a grown woman now, i can't live in denial forever. okay, new plan in motion.
i'm gonna borrow, beg or steal enough money to repaint my car before my parents return from sabah this wednesday. and then, i will go about pretending nothing has happened, only my car had somehow gotten shinier. as for the half-dozen or so witnesses around my neighbourhood, i shall consult my harry potter books on ways to perform a memory modification charm.
although how am i gonna accomplish that in 2 days time still remains a mystery. is anyone feeling a bit generous lately? an insuppressible urge to donate perhaps?
immediately my denial mode kicked in. i can't even bear to look at it. so i tried to drive to work as if the object that scratched my car is only a blade of grass. but no matter how i reverse, i simply could not detangle my car from the bloody stone house. in fact, the scratches seemed to be getting even more disasterous by the minute. just as i was contemplating defeat, i noticed a few curious neighbours milling outside my house, making a spectacle out of my futile attempts. what the *hard-core expletive*? aiyoh, dun just stand there lar uncle. at least be helpful and give a few tips to get me out of this mess. darn pissed i tell ya.
when i finally reached my office, i unloaded my tales of woe to min hui. but as she rightfully pointed out, i'm a grown woman now, i can't live in denial forever. okay, new plan in motion.
i'm gonna borrow, beg or steal enough money to repaint my car before my parents return from sabah this wednesday. and then, i will go about pretending nothing has happened, only my car had somehow gotten shinier. as for the half-dozen or so witnesses around my neighbourhood, i shall consult my harry potter books on ways to perform a memory modification charm.
although how am i gonna accomplish that in 2 days time still remains a mystery. is anyone feeling a bit generous lately? an insuppressible urge to donate perhaps?
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is the stone house okay? i'd say it's d pièce de résistance of the garden. tsk tsk tsk. count your blessings, luckily u have an income.