The day when everything just goes so wrong with the printer not working, someone's bike not working, engine no batt no petrola and only tears...ya...tears....
everything was fine though he was a little unhappy that i met him quite late becos of the printer which was really important to me at that point of time. and then before we left for Civil Club at PS, the car stopped so the bike stopped as well.the sound came when it was nothing good and walked all the way down the carpark and wait for his dad to come. Out of goodwill, my stupid brain and mouth told him to pump petrol. but on the way, "I know how much my bike can travel i dun need you to tell me and how will u feel if you're the one riding and the person behind you keeps commenting" so i kept quiet all the way with no comments or replies. i just wanted him to ride safely with or without me nothing much.with an extra pair of eyes alerting him tot would be better.Ya better...better than my ass i think.
there comes the petrol the station with ques of 'So how much i should pump i let u decide' oh well...since u're there u wanna pump how mcuh u pump la dun wanna pump also can just carry on ya. and then the bike couldn't start...scared, guilty and sad and the same time wanna cry liao.tot dun wanna let him trouble again to send me back so wanted to pass the present to justin which we bought for Ragu and take a bus home.But quarrels, shouting with eyes on us just happened with our blood boiling.I just hate the way he grabbed my hand and shout,hate the way he threatened me "I dare you to walk one more step" actually wat's there to be afraid of even if i walked another step.So his dad was our mediator ya.but can;t forget all these happened..still so sad..
