by My Little Lover. Theme song from With Love.
Physically. Takenouchi Yutaka.
He has the charms. And his eyes…
I like him best in With Love. Never agreed to guys having long hair but he is an exception. The only Oriental guy that could pull off long hair, in my opinion.
Still coming to terms with the scars. It’s heart-wrenching, frustrating and dissappointing when you take such good care of your possessions and yet you are the one that has to take the negatives. It was just less than an hour to go out to get something. And it is now badly scarred…dents all over and lots of little chips on the windscreen and windows.
The heart-breaking sight…

Insurance hopefully covers (for some reason, no one is answering the phone at the insurance company today) but still…the hassle of having it repaired and the possibility of other forms of damages inflicted by the repairer. I prefer to minimise leaving the car with anyone else, if possible. And how close to the original state can they get it back to? And the standard excess payable. All this for…being at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Can’t you hit those who doesn’t give a shit about their car. Why?
I don’t care if the whole Melbourne is underwater. I just want the car back in its previous condition. I don’t think it can suffer another blow after what its gone through…
Maybe it’s a sign. A sign to get another car. But…i don’t want any other car…
A freak storm swept through Melbourne this afternoon. Was on the way to get some groceries. The sky was extremely dark. The temperature wasn’t cold though. Probably mid 20s. Not the sort of temperature you’d expect to get hails, not to mention a hailstorm. I was expecting heavy rain but all of a sudden, loud thuds began. Not just hail but a hailstorm. I don’t know what the size of the hailstones shooting down are but they must be huge to be able to make loud thuds when they landed on the car. I was stunned. Not because there is a hailstorm but because of the damage it is inflicting on the car. I was very concerned about the windscreen being smashed with each ball of hail hitting it. And the wounds. It was a painful moment but nothing can be done to stop it. Was out on the road, in the open. Visibility was close to zero. There was nowhere undercover to take shelter. Had to keep driving and finally noticed and turned into an undercover carpark of a furniture shop. There were lots of cars and people taking shelter in there. But it was close to the end of the hailstorm by then. Only a few minutes in there and people started leaving. It had stopped. I wished the shelter was closer. I wished more that i hadn’t gone out or should have gone out an hour later. Why does it have to be at that exact moment…not earlier, not later.
Driving out from the carpark, i noticed the hail was about the size of a 50 or 20 cents coin or probably bigger. I found a couple of pictures of the pingpong ball-sized hailstones on The Age -


Inspecting the extent of the damage. Not good at all. I know it’s not the end of the world but… just in pain.
