Unlucky Monday~~~

Well, it is unusual Monday and a day that I will not forgot. My brain have hard-coded the date (01-11-2004,Monday) because something happened to me. So, now back to my story from the starting. As usual, I will drive to college for my lesson on PFI and PI. It is me or something wrong with the clock, as time flies, when you start to enjoy the moment. During the enjoyment, suddenly, I received a call from Arianne, asking me to join her for shopping at KL. Well since I have no plans. So, As usual, I don't reject people so much, ok ok.. I agree..

So, After my lesson, I drove to down to KL, it is odd because I didn't encounter any huge traffic jam. As I swiftly arrive to KL, I realized that I am early again.. I wondered why am I always do things before time. So, I need park my car, and travel around KL. When she is done, we went to some place near university of KL. I realized that this shopping complex are filled with Malaysia. For the first time, I saw less than 10 Chinese people excluding the sales girl and promoter. So, we walk around and chit- chatting. She had a Caesar salad and hot milk for dinner at StarBuck. I am not feeling hungry, I just order a iced tea. Then we went to Giant to get some stuff.

After that, I suppose to send her home, but I sensed something is wrong with the car, very odd sensation, and I start smelling burning rubber. I looked at the temp. Meter. That is when I realized my car is overheating. So, I need to stop the car to let it cool down. During that time, I open the bonnet and check the condition, I feel it is no hope fixing it because I just send it to service last week. So, I just motive myself to fix and fix but it is not working, so I decided to ask for help. But first, I need to settle Arianne's transport to her home as she is having a minor flu and fever. We call John Kit for help. Great guy, and thanks for everything. So, one down, one to go, my car needs a tow truck. So, I called my father for help, thinking he is the one person that I can depend on. Wrong guess!!! He ask me to call a tow truck myself. Huh, guess what? No Help... Fine... Then I called my mother for help.. At least, she will find someone to help me.

After all those waiting and doing stuff, I reached home around 12am. I feel tired, exhausted,disappointed,ashamed,self-pity and etc. Long list to go... I hope my father will not think that I am so stupid, aimlessly and blindly calling him for help if I am out of ideas. Sadly, my father thinks that I am a spoiled brat, good for nothing brat. HUH!!! I will show him one day. Forgot about that... I have much more important thing to worry. Well, That is all... for now...