Whoahh!!! Woshhh!! Finally, get to ride after about 6 weeks. After I moved to my new office/ company, I did not ride at all till this morning. It feels so good and shiok with the wind blowing on me when I zoom through the many cars in CTE. I still prefer riding better than driving (except for rainy days and days where the sun is extremely hot and also the hot air in the tunnel in the early evening) as I do not have very good judgment and it’s cheap! At least I’m on top of everything when I ride. Yes, I know, it’s dangerous… going to sell it off if I can find a buyer who offer me a good price. But have not done any advertisement yet, waiting for Dear to help me take pictures and post it to sell, think it will fetch a better price. After such a long time not riding, I noticed that the handle bar seems moldy, not sure what I can do to remove or do I have to change that. Or I may also bring to my workshop to see if they are interested to buy over, but should be at a much lower price though.
Well, anyway if I don’t sell, the bike will be rotting at home and I will continue to pay for the road tax and car park. At least Dear is fetching me on most days back home, so I can do without the bike these days. He will try to come by my office to pick me before we proceed to our destination.
Anyway, just came back on Sunday from the short weekend getaway. However, luck is not good, hasn’t been able to win the past few times (including this time) that we went. Turn out to be quite an expensive trip in the end, though we can get a all paid for trips and the Australia one as well. But anyway, we have decided not to go up anymore this year since luck is not on our side. We may go elsewhere for November long weekend since we are not going up to Genting anymore. Maybe Batam, Tioman or Bintan. Somewhere near and not too expensive.
We managed to do many activities this time with his colleague and wife. We went to the Theme Park and taken the Asia longest cable car on Saturday and of course to the Casino for the whole evening and night. We did not do much on Friday, just bring them to the First World Casino to take a look before we went to bed. We left after breakfast on Sunday morning. We had lunch at A&W again on our way back. We stopped by the Holiday Inn for some shopping, the snacks and dvds. We left about evening time and the jam started way before the custom. We queued for almost 3 hours and by the time we reached his place was already 8pm.
We quarreled again before he sent me back home. I was a little piss at the Holiday Inn cos he did not see where I went or leave with me to walk around while his colleague was shopping in shops where we are not really interested. Of course I will not walk too far out with him in case his colleague can’t find him. When we finally got up the car, I was quiet throughout the whole journey from the car wash to the custom. But I felt that he wasn’t at all concern about me, he was busy navigating his colleague, which is not necessary at many points. He didn’t really bother that I kept quiet throughout and he didn’t even ask about me except once. He did not even know that I am unhappy or tired, he didn’t even know what I will show in terms of my communication style, attitude or eye contact when I’m angry or unhappy. However, sometimes, I know that he knew I was angry but he just keeps quiet, hopeful that I will be ok automatically after a while.
He apologized for not caring for me earlier and I screamed a little at times. He hold me tied at one point and cried (I was harsh and hard, refuse to relent as I was very unhappy, he left me quiet for like hours in the car). I soften and cried when I saw him tearing, I just couldn’t help it. The tears just flow automatically. This is the second time that he cried, not sure if he cried because I scolded him harshly or because he feels bad about what has happened???
I know he’s nice, but sometimes he just don’t care or sensitive enough. After 5 months and he still know my likes and dislikes, what I like to hear when I’m angry and what I hate to hear when I’m angry and what to do or what not to do when I’m angry. Sometimes, it’s sad that he doesn’t know all these.
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