I cursed myself in the quiz I took in Facebook.
I said with a Kancil, it's always near death after they asked me if I ever had a near death experience. Well, for real today, I almost died. Fine, maybe I am exaggerating a little bit but it's true, I literally " almost died " and with that, I almost killed my own mother. I swear my mother's face was exactly like the picture on top. She thinks that I was going too fast. Hell it was only 50km/h and it was sort of an uphill road and as I was about to go downhill the cars in front fucking stopped there, bam 3 cars kissed bumper to bumper, I was almost the 4th. But what's funny is that the tyres had that sudden break sounds and it skidded a little. Haha... = = I think my break paddles could've touched the tar road if there wasn't any floor in the car.
I officially hate my red CLK. I thought I could live with it, but its starting to hate me too. I know. It wants to get rid of me by smashing itself into other cars or maybe side curbs and lampposts. I predict that I might just die in that red thing one day. Hopefully, I am wrong.
So when I say so, people tell me to drive slower. I gotta ask, how fast could I go when the meter on the dashboard could only go 140km/h tops and I mean the END of the meter. In reality, 100 is all it can reach. Further than that, the engine will explode, and there, another reason of how I might die in that red thing. Fuck it.

Well, yesterday was hmm no comments but today is officially the grand opening of my long holidays. Should be happy... right?

HEEHEE!

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