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Monday, July 20, 200911:08 PM
I'm so sad+angry+annoyed+hurt
BECAUSE!!!!
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OF THIS!!!
My beloved CAR!!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Happened today approximately 10.15pm or so after I sent Boon back at Kelana Jaya.
Was driving over a hump SLOWLY when all of a sudden the car in front of me practically stopped. I pressed the break but it was too late.
*thump*
It all happened in slow-mo. Felt like it was just a "touch" but the first thing that came to my mind was "Is that dude's car OKAY?"
'cause I don't wanna deal with all the police report and the shitty procedures.
So the man came down to take a look at the car and I was repeating these words : "please don't ask me for money please don't ask me for money".
I said "I'm so sorry..I don't know what happened to my breaks"
He could still SMILE and say "oh it's ok, it looks like your car took more damage"
It was then, I turned and look.
The moment I saw the dent my heart totally broke into a billion pieces. ="(
It's going to cost MONEY to repair that damage!!!!!!!
Thank goodness the man was nice enough to NOT ask for money. Anyway, he shouldn't ask because he merely got a scratch while mine on the other hand got this "wonderful" DENT.

When I came home and told my parents I didn't know how they would react.
Before I reached home I began making up some possible solutions to this matter.
I was contemplating on paying for the repairs myself.
But I guess my parents love me too much to scold me for getting into an accident.
They just kept asking me if I was scared or if I'm ok.
The irony is this : I wasn't scared at all. I was just angry because my beloved car is dented.

Then they told me that they kinda had this strong feeling that something was about to happen to me today.
Which was so absolutely true.
Throughout the day I felt as though I was just "missing" the accidents which could've caused more damage than the one I experienced 'cause I noticed that I was able to avoide an accident a few times. It was only until that particular time I just couldn't avoid it anymore and *poof* it happened. I was off guard.

Well, I just thank God that I'm safe.
Somehow, I always feel protected.
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