For some reasons my brother and I needed to swap cars for the next couple of weeks. I don't like it one bit.


Reasons:

1. His gf loves making him little cute stuff which he OBEDIANTLY displays them in the car. Like this,  'ABC luv XYZ' with a heart-shaped tiny soft thingy in the middle, hanging down cheekily from the mirror a.k.a vanity mirror. And there's another heart-shaped thingy hanging at the wiper indicator with imprints of  "You Are Special". I am constantly suffocating in that car!
2. Fuel-injection car. So, the pick-up is slower than my car. Can no longer overtake morons with confidence and smugness.
3. His car body  is longer than my Satria. Will have slight trouble doing parking.
4. His passenger seat squeaks everytime there's someone on it.
5. I miss my car.

Post-Wedding Report:

1. Chicks outnumbered hunks.
2. Food was just ok.
3. Backdrop and deco - could have done better but then again, the wedding wasn't mine :P
4. Unexpectedly saw an ex-flame with his wife. Still looked as handsome as ever.
5. Tons of efficient waiters who were so eager to replenish your glasses of  Red Wine. Kudos to that!

Good week ahead people while I detoxify traces of any form of sustance abuse from last night's wedding. *uwrgh*