JPG unleash

when across the border today. sent my bike for full servicing. i just love my personal mechanic. he's workmanship is marvellous. the only drawback is he is extremely meticulous. a visit can easily last four to five hours, that is the minimum. he's workshop is not near the causeway. it's located in a faraway, peaceful, sleepy town, a superb place to watch the time passes by.
 
leaving my bike to his good hands, i headed for lunch. smoked a couple of fags, and watched girls in school uniform making their way home. went back to his workshop, laze on the stool, read my book, scanned through utusan malaysia, and learnt a bit of mandarin from his children; a boy and a girl not more than six years old. and the other units of time was spent talking shite wit my mechanic. did a bit of catching up, but it's the same old story anyway.
 
having exploited the currency exchange, i left feeling satisfied to have purchased the service, and did some commodity trading; tobacco and petrol. if u say i wasted my five hours abroad, i would say time could not buy those things.  
 
home
 
as i entered my room, there was a pleasant, familiar smell... my jpg bottle broke. nah, i'm not pissed. only a bit left, and for the broken bottle, i have a couple of expended ones from previous usage. my room now exudes an intoxicating whiff, which i wish i can share wit u people. it had embellished my room which had just been done up last weekend. my room is now messy-clean. how shall i put it, it's messy at the rite places but overall spotlessly clean. and i hung up a soviet flag on the wall. it was given by my ex when she visited vietnam. had been in my wardrobe for ages cos i didn't know wat to do wit it. maybe i should hang the motherland flag outside my flat on 9th august eh? 
 

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