So Kopitiam,

after years of begging, my dad finally had the decency to buy me a car. My spanking new BMW (I mean Bimmer) 318i looks fantastic in red with full body kit, and even better when Sara is next to it. Tired of fiddling with the car key, I realised that the key look even better when put in place. I started the car.

A delicious growl greeted me. I said to myself, "takkan mati enjin ni selagi aku tak mati sekali." Immediately the engine died. I was shocked, and hastily checked my pulse. Phew, still beating. I guess the engine was cold. Speaking of cold, the air-cond made me cold, too. Cold right to the bones (DID YOU MEAN BANE?). Oh well. I put on my helmet.

I went on to test-drive the car. Upon reaching the main road, I cruised happily, the speedometer indicating that the baby is running 120 kph. Bored, I stepped the pedal hard. It's pedal to the metal (strangely enough, it didn't hit any metal). Now the Bimmer is on its element. At 150 kph, I noticed that I wasn't looking on the road, but the sky. Ara? I opened the window, and in amazement I shouted HOLY FREAKING CRAP, MY BIMMER IS FLYING! Droves of Mat Rempits opened their mouths in awe.

After that, me and the Mat Cemerlangs stopped at a nearby kedai mamak. We had drinks, and I made it a point that I give them autographs in return of the teh tarik they belanja'd me. I remember then that my stomach ached. I went home.

Driving the Bimmer was fun. Next, I want to beg my father for a 125ZR.