A biker's girlfriend night

Amy: Pump petrol?

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.

There's always a first time

When he didn't turn, I thought he knew where he was going. And he went pass the second turn. Alas, and the third turn.

I looked up, a sign stared back at me. "500 metres/Melaka/Kuala Lumpur".

Smack his head, he's bringing me to KL!? On Itsu!?!?

We went down a really long way till the next U-turn. I thought I was never gonna see you guys again *sniff sniff*

So that was our first ride into Johor Bahru.

3 things I hate about riding in:

1) The humps

2) The humps

3) The humps

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10) The anyhow-drive cars and bikes

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I should seriously stop feeding people. Especially those who gets greedier and greedier cos they know that there would always be someone out there that will willingly let them chew on.

And thats the reason why I'm falling out with alot of people nowadays. That has nothing to do with attached or not attached. It's a "woke up one morning" enlightenment. Believe me, to not give a helping hand is harder than to stay the way it is now.

I'm learning, learning to be selfish.

香港精神

I'll be running through my base again, let you know again.

Let me do another check, if there's anything I'll call you right away.

Erm. Hmmmm. (long pause for 10 seconds) Hmmmm....

Okay (3 seconds pause), okay (3 seconds pause). Just give me some time.

I've no guts to say, "Go somewhere else, I don't have it!"

Honkeys never turn business down, its in the blood.

Let's grow old together

The man is currently undergoing the process of aging.

He's too lazy to walk.

He's not interested in visiting new places.

He's obsessed with old man things like politics, boxing and coins.

His weight is getting out of hand.

What should I do? *headinpalms*

1) Lock him in the gym and not released him till he's 60kg

2) Poke needles into Itsu so he can't ride anymore and force him to be on his feet

3) Bluff him back to Batam so he will appreciate the vibe here when he's back

4) Choke on the cold hard fact that this is how he will be in (or for the worst) years down the road

What say you?

I say I'll feed him fatter, make him older, keep his money in my pocket so he can't run away. Lalalalala.

Lets grow old together =)

The equal sign?

If you're a friend, you're family.

But if you're family, it does not necessarily means that you're my friend.

Another and another and another

After three weeks of extended weekends, its finally coming to an end. Vesak's day will be the last public holiday for the next two months, thank goodness. Better stop before it drills the lazinessinto me.

Spent the weekend at The Man's place packing his room with Christy, while he lie on the bed (like a 大爷) watching movie.

And he daringly tweeted this : The girlfriend and sister packing my room. Train your women well.

Don't cry for me sisters, I'm no Leticia. I made him pay back lalalalalala *v*

Seems like the softies are all packed, only left with the hardies like tables chairs wardrobes blah blah blah. I think it will take weeks to pack my room if I'm migrating. The wardrobe will take ages.

Another down

Goodbyes are like a monthly event now. At least I'm sure I won't need to face it again this month....everyone's gone anyways. *sniff*

Suits her, she wanted it to be a quiet departure. No cakes, no feast, no tears, just a big hug and a warm handshake. Goodbye Mon.

Never selfish to share her experiences with us. Thanks for all your guidance =)

And hello, Fish. My new team mate.

You should know

I've had enough.

I've had enough.

I've had enough.

I've had enough.

I've had enough.

And seriously I'm wondering whether you're worth my efforts to cling on to.

A small voice inside me said "No."

You need a cool off day?

I think I need a month or more.