It all started with a plan to watch the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra perform Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. Went with two friends from the Internet in her Purple Proton Wira Aeroback. Would like to justify incomprehensible behaviour but am not able to excuse appalling, dreadful conduct of common courtesy towards two friends. Was cold as a fish and unfriendly as a retail assistant.
Don’t keep in touch anymore, needless to say. Have always mentally cringe at a Purple Proton Wira Aeroback ever since.
Years down the road. Am trying to reverse out of the parking lot in a mall. Knock a Purple Proton Wira Aeroback which is parked at a no-parking zone. It is made a no-parking zone for Kimi Raikkonens like yours truly to reverse without anybody kissing Satria’s arse. Am wracked with guilt despite not being entirely at fault. And am still stuck at parking bay as could not reverse. Goes without saying that am terrifically terrible driver. Then Luck comes in the form of a kind Samaritan who helps reverse and zoom away from the scene of crime.
Today. False belief in improved driving skills shatters when caress Satria’s ear on the back of a, everybody together now, Purple Proton Wira Aeroback. Damage is teensy weensy, but enough to chastise so-called estimation skills.
Aaaahhhhhh! It’s karma, nothing else.
Speaking of karma, wouldn’t this be a lovely car sticker?
My Karma Just Ran Over Your Dogma