So my brother's bike is finally up and riding again. He is now an Abang-Abang Motor. Pfft.

He gave me a ride last Saturday, from my gramps. I was too lazy to go home with mum and dad. Plus I was sleeping. Blame it on that period shit that we have to go through. I'm always tired, always sluggish. So I asked Abang Motor if he has an extra helmet. He said yes. I said Yay.

So after Maghrib, we left for home. And bumped into his friend under my gramps' block, with his friends. I was sending my brother some telepathic signal to inform them that I'm his sister, not girlfriend. I don't know why. For some reason, I just don't want to be seen/known as the girlfriend of an Abang Motor. Hurhur.

Ok before I start eh, let me just inform you that I am chicken shit with bikes. I have a fear of bikes because there's no security in it. Two wheels, the wind in your face, your body, your legs, and it moves... FAST. So there was I , trying to put on the damn helmet..... And realised with horror that I don't know how. My brother was like "Eh tak pandai eh kau... Helmet pun tak tau pakai. (Insert some girl's name here) tau..." Wah aku tak boleh kena compare dengan some 17 year old minah ni... Lagi-lagi kalau minah tu yang setep penyanyi dan setep model. Terus telinga panas eh... "Eh kau nak tau kenapa dia tau pakai helmet?? Pasal dah banyak jantan nyer motor dia dah naik, understand?!" Then he just kept quiet, which I suppose, is true. MuahaHA kan kakak dah marah ni haa...

And not surprisingly, I didn't know how to get onto a bike either. I was like *whines* "Eh An, macam mana aku nak naik motor kau niiii...." *whines* "Naik jer lah! Ni baru motor kecik, nanti kalau aku beli motor besar, macam mana!" So crash course eh... Macam mana nak naik motor. Tsk so leceh. Easier taking a car. Ni bukan snobbish because really, I don't need a crash course on how to get onto a car. I was laughing the whole time cos I find it so funny lah... Tumpang my brother's motor sey chey chey cheyyy... Wah I got brother Abang Motor seouls.

BUT.

My laughter got cut off when he sped up. Eh seram lah seouls! I felt like macam nak pengsan. Argh! And my brother, the devil that he is, purposely rode recklessly to scare me. Aku macam nak terkucil kat situ jugak pun ada. During one red light stop, I lifted up the plastic helmet cover shit and screamed at him while slapping his back. "YOU WANNA GET ME KILLED IS IT?!?! I'M GONNA DIE A VIRGIN YOU ASSHOLE!! KAU BOLEH RIDE BETUL-BETUL TAK?? KAN IBU DAH PESAN SURUH BAWAK AKU BAIK-BAIK!!" He just sengih-sengih. Sepak kang.

Suffice to say, I got home in one piece, which is the only reason why I'm typing this now. And the brother sent me to the MRT station this morning, so I can take the train straight to work, instead of taking the cab cos I was late. I was like "Eh An, hantar aku gi MRT." "Taknak, aku dah lambat nak pergi kerja." "Alah please lah, otherwise I have to take the cab and it's $5 plus to the MRT seouls". "Hmm.. Ok you give me $2, I'll send you". "Oh kau ketuk aku eh!" "Eh daripada kau kasi cab driver kaya... $5 sey... Baik kau kasi aku $2!"

So there we go again... Helping me with the helmet, putting my bag in the boot, I mean box, and warming up his bike. I was wearing a frou-frou skirt, yo, did I tell you? Bangsa flowy-flowy kind. So when on the bike, the whole Jurong West residents got a nice view of my underskirt plus a bonus preview of my nice pink Sorella panty. Suka ah korang. Harhar. Ok bedek jer.

I reached the MRT station, gave him his $2, gave my hair a slight shake ala ala Minah Motor yang baru bukak helmet, and sauntered off. Cheybah cheybah cheybok.

I'm officially a Minah Motor ok.

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Ok dah. Wanna go home and watch SI. Sucha relief Rahimah is ousted. Sucha a chore watching her. At first, I thought she was quite amusing to watch. All that hair and weird actions. But after a while, it's old news, you know what I mean? It's tiring to watch. And she's trying to hard to be all cool and "Yo I'm a Rock Chic so see me Roll" (because Rock and Roll go together, right? Haha) but it's apparent that it's all made-up. I can't stand it.