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Monday, October 16, 2006

10:18 PM

THE bike.

i had wanted to be the first person to ride his bike. But i was beaten by fauzee. Then i wanted to be the first woman to ride his bike. But his mother came first. So i settled on being the first girlfriend to ride his bike. But this doesnt mean that there might be another gf after me.

anyway.

he had a nasty fall the day before, trying not to crash into this stupid ah pek who jaywalks. and i didnt realise it was kinda bad until i met him just now. The cut was deep and it made matters worse when i kept bumping into his wounded arm, knowing how clumsy i am. At least i'm there to bring him joy and happiness. Well, the whole day was spent exploring on his bike. Just me and him. Shouting to each other with hoarse voices at the expressway. He almost hit the curb and i kept clutching at his shirt. But after 4 places we've been through, i have confidence in him. Despite the fact that he speed up like a maniac and jerk the bike just to make me utter a vulgar word. So far, its been more than ten words.

Basically, we went to alot of places since transport was made easier. We eat and drank like nobody's business. We laugh and joke like its only the two of us. and its one hell of a fun day.

and yeah, we do need to get ponchos soon.

&the beauty.

Shaf. 31july.

I love the smell of rain and the feel of green grass

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