This is the car I drive to work.
It's been in the family for years, and since I'm paying the installment, it's technically mine. Please don't mind Toby and Ting Ting. They just can't help themselves.
Y'all know my dream of owning a sport car, right?
Well, that dream just got crushed.
Not because of the lack of an impossibly huge sum of money, or that it guzzles five litres of petrol every 15 minutes.
It's because I'm just this.
I'm born reckless. Though I would like to stress I have never been in a car accident in my 7 years of driving experience.
And now I'm depressed not because I have to spend money to get new skirtings for my car (well, maybe a little), but because I, Amanda Christine Wong, CANNOT drive a sporty, lowered car. EVER.
No matter how hard I try to drive as careful as I can, I'm bound to wreck the bumper/skirting.
My dreams cracked when the skirting cracked. Sigh.
Imma gonna need to drive a reckless-proof car. Anyone who knows a titanium monster truck up for sale, please drop me a message.
'Coz I'm never ever gonna feel the wind in my hair as I speed along the highway in my wicked sport car.
I'm too reckless, just like that.
Like Lady Gaga would say, "Baby, I was born this way."