My car is cursed

Call the tang-kee.... get me a talisman..... get me a monk... my car is cursed...... No.... it is not doing a Herbie and driving by itself... but then it is always having problems..

It is not a lemon, but a few months ago, the suspension was too low and my front lip got destroyed while the car was going down a ramp in a car park. A month ago, the engine blew up because the comp ratio was too high and somehow a freak accident happened. Now just hot off the press, with my car now back to its original glory.... some freaking a-hole mother son (or daughter) of a biatch!!! worthless son (or daughter) of a rotten camel with only 1 udder banged into my front bumper causing an unsightly dent.

The big problem was that it was in a building, in a private car park. The drivers in that car park are all tenants of the office block and are either very senior managers or the directors of the companies within the building.

But my issue is that if even such rich and esteemed people are capable of hit and run and not even saying sorry, then what about the lower people? It is just like parents who show no sensibilities, then how can the children learn?

Case in point is also another incident which happened last night. Some ding dong brought a lighted cigarette into the lift I was in. I did not make any noise as he seemed to be a big time ah beng and would probably kick my shit all the way to Penang, but then how can people be of a caring society when all they think about is themselves?

If I find the mother son (or daughter) of a rabid biatch dog with only 1 udder, I will make an "impression" on that farker....... The law of the land should be simple... an eye for an eye and an ear for and ear... In this case... I do not mind it if I give the chicken little shit some dents.