Updates.

I've been happy these days, till Adam decided to pull a joke on me.

I'm one pampered bitch, manja as the malays would call it. Its been a long time since i've been treated this way, and it does feel damn shiok to be able to rely on someone for once. So i'm a happy bitch.

Installed BMW air-horns, thanks to the crazy drivers on the roads.

Traded tanks with Marco's tw. Its matt black.

Look at it, look at the amazing tank.

Then as a whole, she's almost perfect.

But Medusa is ill. She needs to go for a small operation because her engine is making this weird ticking noise, its driving me mad. I cannot stand weird noises on bikes. I must have her cured. Soon perhaps, when i get my pay.

A little sneak peek of Marco's tw project. He's quite enthusiastic about it, and we've been at the bike shop every day this week. I've fallen sick, like finally really. At least i dun feel half fucked all the time. Now i just feel fucked, not literally of course.

An attempt to create a Harley look, but the ex-owner failed terribly.

Stripped naked.

Now.

I'm here to say, its over.

One.

ENOUGH.

I only require/need ONE.

I dun need anything/anyone else.

Industry.

Having been in this line for, at last count, nearly five years. I've seen many things that normal girls my age would never see. This line is ugly, superficial and money based.

I swear.

Everything is all about looks and if you're "cute" like me, you can kiss this career goodbye if you dun have my kind of mentality. I guess after so long, co-workers have learnt that i'm not the "vase" and that i can do almost the same or even better than them.

I dun know.

Its how i was trained to work. I was trained to surpass others and there is no other alternative. In theory, it'll be if you can't beat them then join them kinda thing. I've watched and learnt from some of the best and the worst. I've done things that i never knew i could do. But this is the line where i learnt how to wear a mask. I've learnt that if you're a skinny, okay looking girl, you'll get all the benefits in the world. I'm not like that, in fact, i look nowhere near skinny.

I've watched skinny polesticks get their way by being just alittle bit whinier. I've seen them shift blame, and i really hate it. Sorry, for being meatier than them bitches.

Then again, this is a superficial industry. And i'm right smack in the middle of it.

I really cannot count the amount of times i was called fat by fellow colleagues, managers etc. It doesnt affect me anymore though. But still, leave the weight alone. I know i am a man-girl, but dun carry it too far, you might kena slap one day, by that man-girl.

Okay, i'll edit this later. Now i got no mood.

Thoughts.

Just when i thought i was all free and happy, B comes into the picture.

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME.

And i thought Jean's streak in something is astonishing, here comes mine that beats hers all hands down. I'm plagued by many thoughts and insights. I dun know which option should i choose because both are good in their own ways. No matter what, somebody gonna get hurt (*russel peters), and i dun want that.

I really dun understand why i'm getting problems like this at this time, i thought everything was happy and gay. Till my freaking nightmare began. I need to understand Choice A before i think somemore. If Choice A is not gonna have an explaination, then its byebye to Choice A. But i like Choice A, its something about it that drives me mad and makes me feel secure.

Choice B on the other hand, makes me feel immensely happy. It may not be something that i would ever expect to happen, but it did. And boy oh boy did it give me a wonderful surprise. Choice B is smart and calm, never easily thrown from course and is very steady and secure.

HOW NOW?!

I is lost. Save me.

/edit/

Just when i thought i was all settled down and not moving to another workplace, i get another offer. RAH!

It never rains but pours, i swear.

And karma will bite you back in the ass if you lie. So dun lie.

I lied and it didnt feel very good on the inside, because i really dun like to lie. =(