It's somewhere so far away in Perlis.
So close to the ground yet so outstanding.
I have decided to make it true on that night at Petaling Street.
Fake LV, fake eye lashes, make-ups, so real and close to me.
Hair not straighten enough, too short, arrogant outline...
These little little imperfection, made her the apple of my eye.
Her seat is just a couple of meters away from mine.
I just couldn't keep her out of my sight.
The feeling came forward even stronger, when she was not around.
Ouch, I pricked myself, it's painful okay !
But one day it will recover, flawlessly no scars okay !

Darn it, road blocks.

Push in my keys, with much effort.

I looked forward with much hope.

Stepped on the clutch, gear 1.

It's not working at all, the car stalled.

NOS 's not working too.

Stop fooling me. I need it to work.

I stared helplessly at the cars speeding pass.

I went down, hood opened.

Wooshed, screwed up.

My GTR-35, skylined.