At exactly 13 years old, you are officially not mine tonight.
You have been at the start of my adulting years.
Symbol of having responsibility and freedom.
I remember how frantic I was on getting your first repaint after I ram into the green fence at my first job. I thought I was on reverse when I was actually in D.
And subsequently I mellowed little by little on the small bumps and scratches that came along.
Many, many fries have spilt into your narrow spaces.
Many lovely naps taken in you while waiting for church or events throughout the years.
First road trips to Langkawi, Sungai Petani and Ipoh was made possible with you.
Going to the car wash that first time was thrilling, because it was just something my dad doesn't do for his car.
The little kids that have sat in you, are all grown up now.
And the teens who drove you after they passed, now all have their own cars.
You were even the saving grace one day in getting Slavedriver in time to the airport after his initial ride got broken into.
The most dangerous state I got you into was distractingly eating a fruit and not braking in time. There you went into the spare tyre of a taller vehicle with you.
And then there was that guy who rammed into you while we queued in that junction near work, and I didn't get much money to fix your bumper from him.
But other than that, you have not been in any accidents. And I am very thankful for that.
You have been so good to me and my 20s. Thank you.
You have been at the start of my adulting years.
Symbol of having responsibility and freedom.
I remember how frantic I was on getting your first repaint after I ram into the green fence at my first job. I thought I was on reverse when I was actually in D.
And subsequently I mellowed little by little on the small bumps and scratches that came along.
Many, many fries have spilt into your narrow spaces.
Many lovely naps taken in you while waiting for church or events throughout the years.
First road trips to Langkawi, Sungai Petani and Ipoh was made possible with you.
Going to the car wash that first time was thrilling, because it was just something my dad doesn't do for his car.
The little kids that have sat in you, are all grown up now.
And the teens who drove you after they passed, now all have their own cars.
You were even the saving grace one day in getting Slavedriver in time to the airport after his initial ride got broken into.
The most dangerous state I got you into was distractingly eating a fruit and not braking in time. There you went into the spare tyre of a taller vehicle with you.
And then there was that guy who rammed into you while we queued in that junction near work, and I didn't get much money to fix your bumper from him.
But other than that, you have not been in any accidents. And I am very thankful for that.
You have been so good to me and my 20s. Thank you.
