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All I can say is: !#$$&&*&%$@#!$!$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, here’s why; On my way to the bank yesterday afternoon, I was driving and I missed the turn which led me to the building so I had to do a U-turn because the bank was on the opposite of the road.

So I indicated the right-signal slowly…carefully …and yes, it was legal to do a U-turn.

And out of nowhere this stupid fucking motorbike crashed right into the right side of my car and I am pleased to say the passenger on it both fell down hard to the ground. I wound my window open and yelled, “Kan saya udah pasang sen ke kanan!!! Gimana seh?!?!?!” (Yeah, not the best line but however)

They got up quickly and scuttled off, leaving me shaking and about to explode with rage. My heart was pounding so quickly and I swore and hoped to God they both crashed and died or something because I was really, very pissed off. I wouldn’t even think about how much damage they would have caused to the car because already I was distressed and my nerves were shot to shit.

My heart sunk even further knowing that I hadn’t paint-guard it and I am still paying it’s installments, thank you very much you fucking sons of bitches!!!!! Look what you did to my car you stupid fucking piece of shit!!!! It’s not like I got it for free or something! FUCK!

So anyway, as soon as I got to the bank I stepped out of the car to check the damage. Yeah. Not good. There was this long indentation on the right side, about fifty inches long, and there was even a deeper one at the bottom right corner of the driver’s door, so bad the paint was actually scraped off, and the bit where it covered the wheel was also dented so deep and bent outside, and as I was touching it to check the paint and all, the sharp pieces bled my finger. Shit. Then I realized that the little light on the side was also gone. Double shit.

At that stage, I was ready to kill someone. I called my beau to have a good rant and then on my way home, I almost hit another fucking motorbike because this dude, for some fucked-up reason decided to ignored the red light and went ahead to cross the junction. I couldn’t believe these people.

What is up with these motorbike riders?!?!! Why oh why did they choose to cut to the opposite of the road or keep going straight when people were actually indicating to turn? Where they blind?

Seriously. I know my beau also rides one but he was never that nasty! There were rules, for fuck’s sake. Honestly, I wished all those idiots died or something, because they did not deserve to live.

I was all shaky and angry and pissed off and upset that as soon as beau got home he gave me a hug and told me it didn’t matter what happened as long as I was alright.

We both sat in front of the television watching some gruesome gangsta-type movie with Queen Latifah in it and I was engrossed with it for a while but when it was over I got into the depressed-mode all over again.

So beau said, “What can I do to make you feel better?”
I went quiet for a while. Then I piped out, “Let’s go get some chocolates.”

I gotta take care the car and go visit the guys at the insurance company today.

Fuck.

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