While many of you splurged a portion of your angpow money on new clothes and shoes and books and electronic gadgets, I had to spend ALL of mine to service my car. OK, OK, at first it was just a minor, 5000 kilometer kind of service, which I obediently adhere to every few months WHICH cost me a hundred and fifty bucks.

But the the air-cond was also not functioning, so I went to the air-cond service centre to have the whatever gas refilled. That cost an additional eighty bucks.

Then on my way back home, my 10-year-old trust-worthy Kancil broke down IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD right before the traffic lights!! Smelly white smoke was coming out of the bonet and cars were approaching at a very terrifying speed. It was after six, the workshop to which I sent my car earlier on had already closed. I retrieved my handphone from my bag and looked at it blankly. I didn’t know who to call.

Common sense had me calling the air-cond guy because, heck, he was the last person who touched my car, and if anything had gone wrong, it was very likely HIS fault. But that was what I thought. He said he’d come right away, and I asked him to bring a new car battery. He was smart enough to bring two bottles of water too.

Then, as if sent by somebody upstairs, one of the mechanics from the service workshop passed by, saw me, and made a U-turn to see what was happening. It was the mechanic and the air-cond guy who helped me force-start the car, drove it to the side of the road, then called for a tow-truck, and the air-cond guy even sent me home.

And the damage? Another eight hundred bucks.

Total damage? You do the math.

P/S: But Grace wasn’t as lucky. She was involved in an accident, and the front portion of her car was gone. Go give her some huggies, will you? :)