Moskuito

Don't worry. The spelling is indeed correct in every sense a motorbike would ever possibly be spelled. a motorbike? motorbike. Did I just typed A-MOTOR-bloody-BIKE? vrghjk haha drama. looking back at Basirah's latest post, it gave me the excitement to post this from day one. But it was only today, when I get this chance to sit back and compose a post. kudos evening classes.

Before that. Looking back at my previous post, I found out, to my amusement, everything was posted in a very very VERY serious way. In a more emotionally written way I'd say. SHIAT. I AM GETTING OLDER. and wiser wtf. write good good proper proper emo emo. what lerr. It doesnt sounds good anymore. To look back at my own blog pun make me feels like I'm 21 already. (yes, belum, jgn persoalkan)

No lah actually the only time I wrote things was when I would be content enough to express my thoughts and put things into perspective. So it explains the emotional and seriousness of my latest post kan. Dont worry at times like this, if I got time, I'll write simple things. Simple in the sense of writing about my daily life, what happened in it and not just merely a tq notes :p:p Why am i explaining this craps again?

So,anyway, yes. Moskuito. Fatin actually brought back her motorbike to melaka! That was when the excitement began weepedoo! And and it is called, moskuito! with the wrong spelling wtf. no lah actually it was us, no no it was me whom actually thought that the motorbike was named after a nyamuk. when actually it was obviously not because it doesnt even look like a bloody nyamuk for all I know.

For those in the know, I've been rempit-ing in Melaka for one week now.

Little that I know that merempit during rainy days can be freaking freezing.

And beyond words, its fun gila!

Ok u can now stop imagining how I wore the helmet without knowing how exactly to put it on my head and went to patrol station to buy THAT MUCH of fuel as if we were buying for a car and ended up passing the pump to the other guy lining up behind us just because our bike's tank was already full and playing around with the bike by leaning rempit style because no one was watching when actually there were. Just, dont, imagine it.

Ok Fatin's bike is not even blue. But I googled Moskuito and this picture gave me the effects of TADAAAA . So yeah people, tadaaa! Moskuito!

I'm kinda afraid of motorbikes when I was younger. But then, after a while, especially since the day Ann became my housemate (she owned a motorbike juga) I thought, owh what the hell. Since everyone is using it, and there's absolutely no possible excuse to be afraid, I might as well make the most out of it and enjoy it. Thanks to Fatin, the both of us have became famous in a blink of an eye by riding Moskuito. we are now the next big THANG yaw in Bukit Beruang.

Haha after the last paragraph I typed i realized how people will read this in the most annoying way.

Sebab tak pernah nampak orang jakun sgt dengan motor.

Its not jakun lah. Its, tah. haha jakunlah kot.

Bye!