Lack of Driving=Hit Kerb

I drove last night after not driving for 3 days. It has only been 3 days, but the car already felt unfamiliar to me when I started driving it out of the carpark. Was on my way to fetch mum back from work. Then, at one of the junctions, I stopped on the red light. When it turned green, I positioned my foot on the accelerator wrongly n stepped too hard onto it. My Nissan flew off the mark n I could hear my back tyres screeching a little.

Sheesh.. It was kinda scary. My car never flew off like that before. I think the pedestrians at the traffic light must have thought I'm a crazy driver. Picked up mum from her workplace. When I was turning left out of the carpark, I hit the bloody kerb!! Damn, there goes my 100% record. BOO!! Felt the pain for my left rear tyre. Thank god I didn't scratch the rims or anything. Phew~

I read Wenyan's(check links) blog today n was shocked with what happened to her when I was away. She met with an accident on CTE on Wednesday, her car skidded n her Mazda 3 crashed onto the expressway dividers twice, each on the front n back. She wrecked her car of cos, but she's lucky that she n her passengers escaped unharmed. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I know that. Speeding was the cause of the crash. Hai.. Hope she had learnt her lesson. She's indeed very lucky to have only damaged her car n no one was injured with the kind of speed she was cruising on the expressway. Guess I won't see the red Mazda 3 below my block anytime soon.

I had a good rest today at home, sleeping away half of the day. Woke up 2.30pm n started unpacking all the stuff from Phuket. Threw away quite a lot of old clothes in my wardrobe. In the midst of the unpacking, I came upon the broken wallet, the wallet that I broke on my last day in Phuket. This particular wallet is very special to me n had been with me for two whole years. It was a Christmas gift from her in 2003, the last gift I received from her before I enlist into the army. Coming with it was a star which she made with layers of cardboard. I had returned the star to her after we broke up, cos what she wrote at the back of the star only made me more devastated. She wrote about promising sticking it out with me throughout the two years in army.

As u know, the promise was broken. Guess how I felt looking at the star. I kept everything she gave me out of sight in my room. The one I only thing I kept on is the wallet. Inside it was another piece of paper protected by a plastic cardholder. It was her school time-table in JC Year 2. Looking at her cute handwriting n what she wrote, my heart crumbled once again. The searing pain simply cut through my fragile organ, leaving me on the verge of tears. I held back in the end.

I miss her. Not the "her" now, but the past her. Where has she gone to...... I want the old her back.