It's a dirty free for all

Thursday, May 20, 2010
Please don't tell me, I don't wanna know.

I just watched the last episode of Gossip Girl Season 3. I'm like "WHAT?!?!?!!?!" Damn sad. Go watch. But prepared to be sad =(

I'm so proud of myself. I settled all the insurance/reporting/calls/repairs all by myself! My parents didn't even do anything except tell me that the insurance papers are somewhere in one of the files in the 3rd floor of our house. Because my mummy is in Switz, my dad was in Malaysia, and ya, I theoretically just have to bloody depend on myself (which isn't that bad by the way). Had like 10 million insurance people calling me up and down the whole bloody day. I identify them as "the one who banged my car", and "the honda that the stupid taxi caused me to hit". I am so pissed about the whole thing okay. Like the taxi must totally have been dreaming or not looking or stoning or whatever! It's not like we (me and the front car) suddenly braked damn hard or swerved into the lane or whatever! WE WERE MOVING LIKE SLOW TRAFFIC QUEUEING TO GO FROM CTE TO PIE. THIS KIND ALSO CAN BANG PEOPLE AH. The only good part is that since they will be replacing the whole front and back bumper, my front bumper will be now nice and fitted properly (I whacked it a little out when I decided to bang my own house's gate. I know it's stupid already.) But I guess my car was the most unharmed! The other 2 (front and back) had big dents, and a few dents, and the taxi that hit me even had his engine covering thing slightly open. Shall upload the photos another time. My little beetle is soo strong =) Like him! (IT'S A HIM BY THE WAY) I think I feel reasonably safe if I ever hit anything ever. I still am pissed though. I JUST TOOK OFF MY TRIANGLE. I'm only 20 and now I have to say I've been in an accident before =( AND IT'S NOT EVEN MY FAULT.

Didn't go club, I don't think my slightly injured knee can take on the fight with my heels nor lots of walking/standing/dancing. And uh, I'm convinced myself to go to power yoga tmr (which is today already since it's past midnight). But looking at how I am still awake and how no one is convinced that I will actually drag my ass to yoga tmr, I might probably possibly not make it. HAHA.

And I have just balloted for 24 NDP tickets during dinner at Holland V. HAHA. I used 4 different NRIC numbers to bid for 6 each. I shall go get my brother's and bid for more! What if I get all!?!? Oooppss. Anyway, was at HV since I was at the Volkswagen showroom at Alexandra. THE SIRROCO (or however it's supposed to be spelt) is so pretty! There's a red one along my road (one of the neighbour's). I actually sat in the showroom for like an hour to wait for my turn, and I came across this WONDERFUL car newspaper (the worse part is I can't rmb what it's called)! It shows ALL the prices of ALL THE CARS. Like everything! From Lotus to Aston Martins to Porsches to Hondas to Mazdas to Minis to EVERYTHING LA OKAY. OF ALL THE MODELS OF ALL THE BRANDS. LIKE LITERALLY ALL THE MODELS. I wanted to steal it but I forgot to when they called for me =( Now I can't even remember the name! It's like the TODAY newspaper size. The Ferrari California is S$798,000 with COE! And well, my porsche is one of the most expensive, WHY. MAKE IT CHEAPER SO I CAN BUY (in maybe 10 million years). Then did you know if you buy a Mini Cooper S Cabriolet, you might as well buy a BMW 3 series, it's cheaper! And apparently BMW is the leading luxury car brand in the world, closely followed by Audi. I think sitting there for an hour has input lots of car information. I WANT THAT NEWSPAPER DAMN IT.

I love my father! He's damn funny. He told me today that he's so proud of me that I settled everything myself =D Then yesterday when I asked him about the accident how, he said "hiya, the daughter like that, what to do?" and he laughed. Then he always like want to come talk to me, ask me how's this, how's that. Then ask me if I'm coming home for dinner to eat with him. Asking me if I had fun spending all his money (haha). Laughing when I told him how strong our little beetle is. I like my father a lot. He's the one who brings me to arcades to play the hit-the-crocodile's-head-when-it-comes-out game when I was young (my mummy hates arcades). Then he used to bring me with him to go Sim Lim square and check out all the computer stuff when I was young. He also sometimes tells my mummy to stop nagging at me. Oh ya, and he never screams or questions my credit card bills (even the super crazy super overspent and out of control $1.4k one). I shall go ask him out to lunch this weekend and eat our favourite chicken rice at Macpherson =)

xx Loved At 2:39 am
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