It was a mighty fine day until this stupid bugger banged my car. Amongst the first words he blurted out was “I own a karaoke joint in Pandan Indah”. What the fuck? My baby, kemek on the left passenger’s door.

It’s fated. I was deliberating between going to meet my ex in my awful college garb or head home to doll up. This vainpot of course chose the latter. I mean, c’mon, you definitely can’t be seen wearing discoloured shirt, capri