hell no.
now i realize, as long as i don't have the UTAR parking sticker, there won't be any good day for me.
no parking lot, walk further i accept lor.
but no parking, walk further still kena saman i reject boh!!
Today no saman for me, but a big great SURPRISE!
Tyre puncture!
*buuuuuuuuuuuu*
At the first sight i didn't believe it happened on me, i sat long long inside the car wondering what to do. i called up everyone i could, but non pick up. sigh.
I was having severe headache at the same time, i cried. i was even trying to go door by door for an helping hand. But my confidence walloped right after i got rejected by the first malay guy i approach.
Finally dad answered my call and i know he can't help much as he is at office. He suggested me to find someone who know how to replace tyre, but i can't get one. HockHeng finally answered my call and he suggested to fetch me to my sis's condo first.
Had a nap at sis condo, bought her panadol knowing that she's having
Dad arrived at Setapak 2hours later and then we went to the car.
It was funny to know that I wasn't able to unscrew the tyre even i had stood and jumped on the steel. It requires strength!.....but fun! haha
Lovey dad. He is my hero, as always.
from this experience, i realized that once i'm pampered, i would probably want more.
When I know dad is here, i don't feel like driving home, the car is my burden, so troubling.
Unless i can ride, then i'll totally hop on dad's motor leaving the 4wheels behind.
Later, dad realized it wasn't punctured but he suspected the residence there purposely empty out the air because there isn't any nails-likes structure attached.
People aren't friendly enough la, come on, give the s p a c e s.
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