i am like inches away from swearing that i will never get behind the wheel of my car again
i am begining to think it has some sort of a personal vendetta against me.

i can still feel my heart racing in my chest
that roaring helplessness screaming in side my head
the constrictions in my lungs, making my breathing laboured
as i stand my the road my senses reeling
hopeless and unsure of what to do.

car broke down at jln bahar today
10 minutes before my paper was due to begin.
too far away too remote to call for help.
the father is becoming increasingly not helpful.
(i mean i know i cant blame him but i would appreciate direction and guidance sometime right?)

however, despite the whole shit that the incident wrought and me being late for my paper after having to leave the car by the road, i met many people to whom i owe thanks.
the taxi uncle: for being so kind as to driving me despite me not having cash and trusting me enough to allow me to transfer the money to his account
rosalind: for the ride out to my car
the taxi auntie: for her bottle of water to top up the water and her nice advice being so sweet and all
traffic police: for being so kind and understanding (the nice indian one) and well the chinese dodo for not booking me in the end
the tow truck uncle: for helping me move the car top up the water and basically without whom i would still be stuck at NTU.

there ARE nice helpful people in this world
and i am grateful for having met them