neither black, nor white. just grey.

Sunday, July 25, 2004

riding at 100km/h was.. exhilarating.
oh ok, so i'm swakoo. i know. its the 1st freaking time i'm a pillion rider ok.
heh.
but the strong wind in your face washes off all the thoughts for that particular moment.
all u can think of is the feeling of the wind.
the feeling of yourself against the wind.

i kept shouting to my friend "aye damn shiok!"
all he muttered back was "it wont be fun anymore after awhile". *laughs*
he took the longer route.
so across benjamin sheares bridge we went.
the city skyline at night was spectacular. well, i was just too excited lar. heh. i saw the esplanade!! haha.

and for an instant, i closed my eyes. so i could fully take in everything.
perhaps, i was just in awe of being on a bike. (cuz my parents believe that bikes are the incarnation of satan. ok kidding. but its along those lines lar.)
perhaps, i was just acting like some small kid given a delicious piece of candy.
but that moment ended too fast.
the moment where i realised there was more to life than me and my petty wants.

the only bad thing is helmut hair n the dirt n grime of exhaust fumes.

BUT i still want more. i demand more.
shall bug him to ride me again soon.
heh.
i'm lovin' it.