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My Father Is A Farmer

..and we work work work the day away.

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This Is

..probably my saddest post ever.

To begin with, let me say that I know it's foolish and laughable to put so much stock on a thing. I know I know I do I do. I'm all too familiar with the treasures in heaven - worldly desires thingamajig.

But.

There are very few things that are dear to me. My sister, my sop stim senti bros, the missus.. and Lo-Bang.

Which is why this is going to be sad. Like pain pain sad sad.

Let me begin at the uh.. beginning.

It's been a hellish week for each and every Tan transport. It started with..

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The farmer's cart. I was like.. Sigh.. Shit happens, whatever. We do drive in Penang after all. Shit happens. Story of my life.

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Then it got freaky when shit happened to another one. But still, manageable. Not too much pain. Shit happens after all yeah? Yeah. Shit happens. No biggie.

The thing about damage to the body work - it's not thaaaattt bad, because a visit to the friendly cinapek uncle with a blowtorch, metal bender, and paint gun will sort it all out. Two days at the most, good as new.

But, if you fuck up something like the rims, then you have cause to worry.

Yes you guessed it. I kerbed Lo-Bang. Real bad. If you thought the incident three months ago was bad, uh.. it wasn't. This is bad. This really takes the cake. This buys the whole cake shop even.

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Was going for a dinner I didn't really want to go for. Stupid. Arrived a bit late. Stupid. No parking in the conventional car park. Stupid. Had to use the rotary car park. Stupid. Had my doubts, as it looked pretty narrow, but didn't want to be fussy and all bodoh. Stupid. Drove onto the platform. Slowly.

Creeeeeekkkkkkk. Creeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkk.


Stupid stupid stupid.

The thing is, I'm not pissed at the cosmetic damage per se. I'm pissed at myself. For being so stupid. For not deciding against parking there. I mean, it was a fucking accident waiting to happen. Wide-stanced car, thin rubber, huge wheels. NARROW ROTARY PLATFORM. Accident. Waiting. To. Happen.

Man I can't live with being stupid. I can't live with making stupid mistakes. Dastardly ego.

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A clearer picture, to drive home the pain. I kerbed not one, but two rims. Front left and rear right. Super duper kawaii, baby.

You cut me deep. You cut me deep.

Anyone knows of a solution bar swapping the whole set of rims? I'm receptive. And grateful.

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The stupid Chaohai thought he only messed up the rims. But when he awoke this morning, he discovered a deep scratch running along the driver's door. With the aid of sunlight, one sees more.

And hurts. And hurts. And hurts.

Man the disappointment is so all-encompassing, I'd cry if I was a pussy. I would.

And yes, I know it's foolish, but I can't help feeling so. I can't help it.

***

Exams are in three weeks.

Yippee.

The missus has left on a jetplane. It's only for a day, it's only for a day, dammit. I know it's foolish, but I can't help feeling so. I can't help it.

I miss her.

Yippee.

Somehow I feel like someone jerked my heart out through my throat, did the Riverdance on it, then proceeded to fart on it. Then spit on it. Then kick it around a lil' bit.

Yes, drama. I know.

Happy Merdeka. Woot woot.

  1. Blogger Marvin | 2/9/06 3:01 PM |  

    aiyo.. sad indeed..
    there is a solution.. these kerbies are easily repaired by rim repair shops..
    or even DIY if yous got the skills/balls..

  2. Blogger tsh | 2/9/06 3:03 PM |  

    yeah hopefully.

    will go as soon as i can.

  3. Blogger SuChuen | 3/9/06 3:10 AM |  

    will never understand what it is with guys and cars....leaves me puzzled all the time.... :P

  4. Anonymous Anonymous | 3/9/06 3:54 AM |  

    oh, so babe got the best friend status but not on the list of things dear to you.

    okay. fine.

  5. Blogger tsh | 3/9/06 4:40 AM |  

    su : i don't get it either :(

    babe : oi come on that's not fair and you know it!

  6. Blogger tsh | 3/9/06 2:28 PM |  

    man.

    ur comments always make me go 'hua?' the first time i read them.

    never fails.

    missus flew home.

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