Continued from previous post...
I drove the Wira
while my uncle drove the BMW 325i, idiot testing my patience always at 100km/h he overtakes me with ease and brakes in front of me so that I can overtake him, playing a fool. It was a nice ride, squeezing in between a curb and other people's car, releasing clutches at 3k rpm and above, got no tachometer but sounds like it. Can't wait to get my RPM gauge next wednesday, comes with internal shift light! Need for speed in reality brother! :D
When reach uncle's house, he offered me a few bttoles of those flavoured Vodka(lychee, citrus, etc. etc.) Yuxxx, taste like shit I tell you. Then I saw his fridge got Heineken :) . And ohmygawd, you'll probably laugh at this, after drinking and left back a quarter in the can...
I felt like puking.
Walked slowly to the toilet like a disabled person(like the red marlboro effect in li tat's house), *vluek* vomit was dense and thick but little, and was able to control my self, not like the other time in my own house which is 100% cannot move, cannot talk, cannot walk, cannot think(Pls refer to archive for the full story). Now writing this blog with a mere migrain in my head. At uncle's house was thinking, man this has to go into the blog. A story like mine, an embarrasing one, shouldn't be told. keke. And this is what I look like when I got home, do enjoy the pics. :)
That's me with a can of 100 plus in my right hand to remove the gas from my stomach and in my left hand, LOL, A Photo Paper paper bag for me to vomit in on the way home, just in case only, just in case.
Photo Paper Bag.
Loser, newbie, bodoh, lembu keluar susu.
Going to sleep, after RO, zzzzz. Peace, love y'all, blessings from god, thank you.
P/S : Why do I look fat? If free can answer me by posting your comments. Highly appreciated thanks.