This picture is taken from my previous blog post. Seriously I miss my car so much. The look inside and outside, the memories, the plate number, the CD changer and many more.
Why I blog about it?
Because my got stolen in front of the house last Sunday. I'm so sad. So heartbroken. Helpless.
I drove my car to Kulim Inn for my thesis class. Then I followed my group for lunch. I reached home around 4.30pm and parked my car. It was my last drive.
I saw it at 2.30am after coffee with some friends at Old Town, Bayan Baru. These few days, the rain was heavy.
I could not sleep after that. I fell asleep around 6am while playing Clash of Clans on my phone. Still I did not hear anything outside.
I woke up at 11am because my phone rang. It was my friend woke me up for overtime. I rushed to shower and grab a slice of bread and ran out of the house. Opened the gate and... my car was not there anymore.
Guess how did I feel at that time? I just couldn't believe it. I couldn't breath properly. I just want to scream and cry. My mind was confuse. Maybe because I have to get trough so many barricades this year started with dengue during my examination weeks and I couldn't sit for 3 papers and some classes. Because of that I couldn't do my presentation for my thesis too and no extra mark for me. My sister admitted to Pantai Hospital because of viral attack. My dad almost passed out at school when he couldn't breath and was sent to the General Hospital at Bukit Mertajam by the ambulance. His heart swollen and there was some water in the lung caused by the overdose liquid intake which was suppose to be water. I was lucky my car was still with me so that I could visit him and across the bridge.
Then, this big surprise.
Some friends and people asked me: How did it happen?
I don't know how to answer this as if I knew how it happened, I'd surely tell the police exactly how it happened and of course I could prevent it from happen. It just doesn't make sense at all.
Oh yes, I'm done with the report with police and insurance company. I just hope that I could get the money as soon as possible as I need the money to buy a new car.
Not that I easily forget about my lovely car, come on... it was with me for 13 years! It was with me sharing my bittersweet memories. Writing this, already given me watery eyes.
I supposed to do a major repair and painting in Perlis last March but I missed the date and I already booked the dates in May. But then... sigh.
I just can't imagine how human is so self centered and could do this kind of thing.
Satria GTi 1.8 with registration number PER 9281. I miss you... and forever will be missing you and I love you so much.
Sayonara...
Good bye.
