Introduction
I don't have a heart for fakers who shed crocodile tears nor do I have sentimental value for emotional basted-s. I'm the devil's work of art. Nobody knows me too much to hurt me neither does anyone knows me too deep to understand me.
Blogging
from dumbness to drama and then trauma
Life can't seem to get enough of me...from dumb to drama and ending with trauma...I met with an accident near PFS there....and I am in the wrong...I hit the car....A BRAND NEW CAR!
At the over head near pfs...
Atoz is usually under-power when going up so I had to press more petrol. Den wen coming down naturally it went faster. Den I tot the car infront of me was not gona break so I din slow down la. den mana tau he literary stop....den i was pressing ma breaks but u noe momentum and all...so i din get to stop on time and i strike JACKPOT!
So we truned into PFS there to talk things out...actuali come to look at it nutin happen to his car....not even a scratch...THANK GOD!!!
Mum was there and she did most of the talking. I was there acting cool but no one knew that ma heart stopped beating.
I went home and the first ting I did was to call KK. I was telling her the accident...still in super duper shock den tears started flowing out...a few drops and here am I, bloggin after I told jie about this. I can't sleep i can still feel the impact.
This is like the worst weekend ever. How I wished I died in that accident...I wana die yet I am still alive....