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Friday, August 18, 2006


This morning, for some reason, I was not talking to my brother. I huffed and I puffed out of the house while he was putting on his shoes, and we ended up taking the lift together. As I was stomping off to the bus-stop, he asked "Eh nak tumpang?" I growled "TAKNAK AH, takder duit. Dua dolar... Dua dolar!"
"Alah free lah... Tak payah bayar. Pay for two rides, get one ride free! Hahaha... Kau bilang aku mana nak dapat? Kau try ah tahan teksi abeh tanya ah pek teksi, uncle last two days I took cab, today free can? Hahaha... Nak tak?"
"Hehe ok!" Wah wah wah I happily hopped onto his bike and get gh-ready to gh-rumble. I didn't even scream today. I just told him not to selit-selit in between a big ass lorry and a Merc. Merc drivers are mean ok, because they think they big-shot and own Singapore roads. One scratch from my brother's bike and they'll probably beat him into a pulp.
Ok last entry about my bike crusades. Because I'm not gonna blog about it anymore. Because now, we already know that I'm officially a Minah Motor, ok? *ignores Fidza*
(By this time, I'm VERY good at shaking my hair ala-ala Minah Motor.)



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