Something popped up yesterday that I ended the earlier post rather abruptly. I might as well pour everything out just so I can read back my ramblings one day and laugh at how blurr I used to be. Heheh.
Well, for a change, I now feel the car looks nice. Not just, erm, OK…; that kind of nice. I can look at her this morning and feel, hey it does look nice… and a good feeling creeps in.. and I was smiling, and… that’s important. I don’t want to keep thinking I’ll be way happier bringing back new clothes home. I should feel happy bringing back my car home, too. Especially when it costs me a bomb, where that can indeed get me multifolds of clothes home.. Yeah, I do love my car look now. Not so love like want to go hug it but I now can look at it with good feelings. 
The workshop guy came and picked my car up at the office yesterday to re-fix the door handle. I can go to the workshop but I hate waiting for work to get done, unless the workshop is inside the shopping malls, that of course would be a different story altogether. Whatever you do to the car, as long as I get the result, I don’t want to care. I received my car spanking clean that evening. Yes, he also sent my car for a wash. He did mention earlier for me to send my car for cleaning, the inside was indeed dirty, err, not that I maintain it spotless all this while anyway. I asked, why don’t you get it cleaned? I don’t have time, was his answer. Well, I couldn’t wait for another day just for him to clean my car, so I didn’t argue. I guess that’s part of service or he felt bad for not fixing the door handle properly. Whatever. I think I’m a person who value little things.
So, yup, happy to get my car back, my own transportation back. Happy as I am not dependant on people anymore. If I didn’t paint my car then, I wouldn’t have time to paint it later. The long leave from work surely has helped to lessen the troubles of not having my own transport. Yeah, it’s a good decision. And yay.. I don’t have to feel shy with my car anymore! Oh dear, why are we humans like that? Why must cars reflect us? Most importantly, why do we let it affect us? It’s just a thing that moves.
