chaka chaka

my beloved whoopeewee is at the car hospital till the end of the week after i attempted a suicidal hairpin drift.

some indian call man in his selipar buruk and pajamas was on the scene in 5 minutes, forcing me to wave the perodua auto assist booklet around in the car like a tourette’s patient.

was so stunned, i called mr. music to ask him… who to call.

broke an axle, blew [another] rim and of course the tyre has gone back to the rubber plantation in the sky.

repairs have dented my wallet, but i’m surprisingly more upset that my baby got injured. yeah, i’ve developed an emotional attachment to my car. sue me.