Not Fun Anymore

See, I spent the whole damn day trying to beat an infinite loop that is my second computerized numec homework. I missed spending extra time with my bro before he went off to Kl. Instead, I sat in front of the monitor, pratically the whole waking hours, like a nut job stabbing the key-board, especially the up-down arrows. I might or might not have drooled and went cock-eyed, but that is not important now.

I thought it was great to take a break when my mom suggested we go out for supper. So, I dropped everything on hand and drove out with her to THE char kuey teow stall. Unfortunately, the pwn-ing char kuey teow seller thinks he should be enjoying a nice peaceful Merdeka night at home, watching animax. So, we had to settle for pan mien instead, at Kg.Koh. Well, cool, because the pan mien also pwns all other pan mien(s) in this place. But it wasn’t so cool when right after having our meal, we walked to the car to find it with a shattered number plate.

Worse still, the front bumper was bent in, right in the middle. It is fucking made of fucking steel!! (for the structure, but not the surface, because it’s a bloody daihatsu feroza, still considered a 4wd right?)

The first thought was: Oh shit!

The second however, was: Bloody-fucking-stupid-idiot!!

3rd: Shit!Dammit!

*Looks at mom*

I can tell she’s pretty pissed too, because before this, she had to wait soooooo long for her chow mein when I’ve even done slurping my last strand of pan mien.

I kept quiet the whole journey back. While she went on and on about how idiotic the fella must be and why we should always park in lighted areas. I guess it’s so that the idiotic can see more clearly how fucking solid our bumper is, compared to the carbon fibre bumper of his. If I can make a bumper-sticker of my own, it wouldn’t say ‘you kiss, you pay’, rather, it would say ‘I hope your ass will fester with thousands of leeches (if ever you’ve hit my car)’.

Thank god my dad didn’t make a big deal out of it, since it wasn’t our fault.

And I wonder why do people still complain that my driving sucks. At least I don’t reverse my car til half of my rear is crumpled, like tin foil.

And I also wonder how many marks the second numec homework is worth, because I seriously will consider abandoning mission.

my mood right now: whatever, man.