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-Friday, August 01, 2008-Friday, August 01, 2008 Y

I have another story.
On the expressway.
It goes like this:

It was 8am in the morning.
I could actuali rush to school but too sleepy.
All because of burning the midnight oil for MAB.
Management Accounting & Business.
(For those who dont know).
I slept at 2am in e morn.

It's very dangerous to ride on road especially when u're sleepy.
Or at least I think so.

I dilly-dallied bathing, dressing up, etc.
The time past by to 9.30am.
I woke Eileen up at 8am and guess wad?
She juz woke up.
So she said she'll be late.
So am I.
I tink we got out of e house at the same time.
I also told her that I wont be speeding up.
Too tired to do so.

On the way to school.
At PIE.
Near to Eunos exit.
My speedometer dropped.
Slowly but significantly.
I tink my oil is running very, very low.
So I decided to stop at the right shoulder lane.
Its not a shoulder lane but it's enuf to park ur bike without any obstruction to the road.

I was stranded!
Noone will stop for me at the expressway especially at the 1st lane.
Like of course!
They shouldnt!
Luckily the LTA and TP guys saw me.
They had to continue riding all the way.
So I tot they decided not to stop for me.

In 15min times, they came back for me!
Yayy!
The LTA guy asked me wad happen.
While TP asked me, "Do u need to go to hospital?"
I was trying to suppress my laughter.
Cos I wasnt hurt at all.
So the 2 guys actuali stopped the traffic flow.
And the TP guy pushed my bike to the chevron marking.
He called the tow truck.
And both took off.
I was left dere alone.

It was at 10.30am.
Called Fadz for help.
Den called Eileen cos I was bored.
She had reached school.
.....
Luckily she did not pillion me.
Or else she wud be late for class too.

I waited for the tow truck for so long.
Luckily a guy came to my rescue.
I didnt get to ask his name.
He was so kind to do U-turn juz to help me out.
Niwae, he tried to start my bike.
And it can be started.
He led me the way to the nearest petrol station at Geylang.
Finally, everything's over.
Or at least I thot.

After filling up wadeva is needed, oil and 2T,
my bike cant start at all!
Wow..
The day like couldnt get any worst lah!
They car washers (4 of them) were helping me to start e engine with full of determination!
I was so touched.
Aniways, I already missed my morning class.
Haiz.

Fadz came.
She decided to wash her bike 1st.
U know...
Killing 2 birds with one stone kinda thing.
Ate our lunch at Geylang Serai.
Came back from lunch and prayers at 2pm or so.
Got to bike.
Fadz called her fren, Hilmi.
Helped me push the bike ALL the way to motorcycle repair shop.
Again, I was very touched.

Reached dere at 3.30pm to 4pm.
I did a quick servicing.
The uncle said dat my carburetor had gone black.
It's a long story.
Have to wait for another hr.
Went for a drink.
I didnt realise that today is extremely hot!
So decided to quench our thirst.

We had a talk abt our life.
My past secondary life and Fadz's.
Well, I reali tink I nd to move on.
But 1st I wan to see how Anisa looks like.
She took the guy that I once liked.
And still do.

Aniways, after the 'talk', we went for evening prayers.
Den came back for the bike.
Woah..
Finally..
Den, we actuali decided to go to Mustaffa.
Unfortunately, I lost her along the expressway.
So I decided to go home.
Before I ride home, I actuali went to Eileen's hse to pass her the law notes.

Reached home at 8pm.
Im super exhausted!
Why me??
...............

I ♥ Pink & Stars!






Star PrincessY

Nurhafizah a.k.a Fizah
25 April 1987
SIM - RMIT
Bachelor of Business Management (BBMFT)
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