It was a Chinese young guy(again) I ran the crashed into, and he's very kind and patient to wait for my dad to come, and not rude at all, like scold us and all that, which I'm very, very glad. I couldn't imagine if the guy is replaced with a... maybe a mid-aged Malay guy or Indian guy, not that it's bad or what but probably we can't communicate with my poor Malay language.
The front of my car's totally destroyed, with just a number of 25 left on the car plate. His car's rear and bumper were sag and the trunk couldn't open at all. He thought we're going to claim for car insurance so he was taking pictures and stuff, and I just stood there and do nothing. After he's done we pulled our car to the side and wait for my dad. My dad came after 30 minutes and told the guy we're not claiming for insurance and will settle things up with just money, because if we claim the car insurance, first, there's too many procedure that need to go through; second, I might have to stick my [P] for another two years; and third, the car won't be done well with those car repair workers that work for the insurance company(something like that).
I was totally in shock but the guy is so kind, he tried to calm me down and asked if we're all right. I was totally fine but Claire got a blue black on her knee, which is still fine. I'm so grateful that no one was hurt, and my dad didn't scold me at all. Regret that I didn't take some pictures of the car so that I can post it at here. And something I should be happy about, I got to repaint my car! So, what color should I paint? Black, white, or light baby pink?
Update: Joe saw her friend liked this photo that posted by that guy on her Facebook so I go to steal it. What a small world~
Still alive, Sophie
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