No More. Not For Me. No Uh.
I’m a certified walking talking catastrophe. Or driving talking catastrophe 
So just like any other normal day I was picking Iman up from school with mama’s Volvo. Kereta punya lar besar. Dan panjang. So parking time, (nih lar part yang mcm nak rak punya aku belajar) I was like, "Ok hannah, u gotta put the car UP. Nanti kena kereta papa lagi dier marah." Apparently I thought I was being noble ok, such a thoughtful daughter. Sekali kena bapak punya kereta dah cukuplah kan takkan nak risk lagi kot. But apparently NOT larh. The car dah di-park dengan sengetnya so I asked my lil sister to get out first. THEN I ter-press then minyak terlebih kot. Ya Allah punyalah BENGONG.
The car rammed straight to the wall, INto the drain.
That’s it larh, dead. DEAD I tell u, I’d rather DIE.
So yes, I yelled for Iman to call papa and started crying. He came out shouting and yelling and blah blah blah. I said sorry but duh, of course it didn’t cut it. Dah nak buat apa, the front part of the car’s in the longkang ready what. Dahlah Volvo tu berat giler. I can’t even get out cuz my side of the door’s right beside the wall.
I wasn’t half weeping u know, just crying. Not sobbing, though I know I should be. So I tried, (just to appear really guilty) but apparently one can’t force oneself in such a havoc situation you know. Tsk. Extra body f.y.i.
(The car looks bad. Like a lopsided piece of terung. Eh Volvo look like terung what. Long long like that. MUAHAHAHA)
Soo..yada yada yada..I went up to my room. Then only felt the sakit hati-ness. But not SO sad lar, cuz now I hv a reason to not drive anymore. HAHAHAH. 
Gawd I loathe being asked to drive. There’s a reason why I didn’t want to take my license in the first place U KNOW. *rolls eyes*
The neighbour from behind came and we heaved and pushed the car back to it’s position with his four-wheel drive and well, good lar. Not so bad. Few scratches and front light there pecah lar. Nothing really MAJOR u know. But kinda bad also right……*meekly* I spent half the day in my room. My body was aching with guilt and such sadness it hurts wei. I’d prefer physical pain to hurt anytime. Dahlah I ni bengong punye budak, emotional giler. SECOND bloody time. Skali cukup ah kalau accident, just for a wrap up. Tapi tsk, terlebih rezeki kot. Lol.
Was in my room when papa knocked the door. (I fell asleep crying. It’s an excruciatingly exhausting job u know) But that’s my dad, he marah giler-giler pun he’ll end up saying sorry or try to comfort us. He just patted me roughly and said, "Takpe ok, now u know.." and something else bout minyak and break that I can’t quite catch cuz I wasn’t facing him what (Queen of Merajuk) My persistency’s equivalent to a baby’s. HAH. That bad. No compromise, nothing. Papa just kissed my cheek and said the worst thing possible that could come out from his mouth.
"Don’t stop driving ok."
OMFG. He left the room. He left me open-mouthed. I wanted to cry again weeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiihhhhhhhh!!!!
Maybe I should saw my legs off or something. Is there any way to get that man lose faith in my unpredictablirrasionalirreverentsuicidal driving skills? Any suggestions? I doubt I can sprain my foot for life.
So that’s that. *huge sigh* I’ll stick to manning that chug-chug-toot-toot lar. Unless there’s someone arranging his suicidal attempt on the railway tracks, I doubt I’d be able to create any more problem with the modes of transportation. I am in DIRE need of an aspirin here. Purple hair. I woke up and looked in the mirror. Felt like Marilyn Monroe. I look like a freakin FISH. BLAH.
Oh and Transformer’s a total waste of time. I was honestly trying to look interested or rather, really trying to concentrate so I can keep up with the storyline but damn funny lar. The robots keep posing and saying ‘Megatron.’ Or Megathron. Something like that. I ended up changing my seating positions every 5 mins. Shahman was like, ‘Action in front, comedy at the side’. Ass. I thought Surf Up’s boring but really, this is waaaaay beyond boring-ity. At least the penguins were cute. *Shrugs*
I’m waiting for those romantic British comedies you know, like Love Actually or Something’s Gotta Give (though that’s the US) but I guess it’s not a big thing now compared to those ridiculously frightening scared-the-shit-outta-me horror and action movies. Not a big fan of em. Was watching Arnold Shwazeneggar’s (however you spell it) ‘Predator’ the night before and heck, that’s even better than Trans-for-freaking-mers. I nih typical girl larh Flowers, chocolates, books, poems..the whole works.
Can’t wait to go Perak. This Sunday. I NEED to get outta here.
"Don’t stop driving ok?"
*WAILS*
