Amy: What do you mean?
Me : 打油
Me : 车子
Amy: I know but I can't understand
Amy: You mean you go Malaysia just to pump petrol?
I don't know how to explain to my Hong Kong friend the kind of life that I'm in right now.
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Right after I blogged about the uncomfortable trip to the world of humps, I went with The Man and his friend J last night. We ventured in (and when I mean in, its realllllyyy veeery in) for supper. Somebody please remind me to bring a mask, wear 2 layers of thick shorts and a winter jacket next time.
Chilling me out ttm, that ride.
So we were on this road, tailing behind J and his big big bike, heck knows how the boy memorize the route cos it all looked the same to me. Same same kind of dark. There were no street lamps at some part of the roads, The Man was only riding at 50 but the wind was shrieking in my ears and blading my cheeks.
J wanted to bring us to a place called Lok Lok, closed when we reached. We ended up in somewhere like Newton Food Market, only cheaper and better.
While eavesdropping on the boys' conversation, I realised that J was a ex-client that called in years back, we spoke on the phone about rates and castings before. The world is so small.
