Mum took my Kinder Beuno.
And she said 'Oops'
I took her Chunky Kitkat
And said 'Nice, much more expensive'
And laugh.
Lesson learnt.
Payback is a bitch.

Just celebrated Ain birthday at East Coast.
Was ok.
Had a talk about license
I seriously need to get off my lazy ass and register.
Car mind you.
No no to motorcycles.
I have a phobia of riding one.
Too many people that was like family friends deaths.
Like my cousin.

One thing about death is.
It pains you when you think about the people that had passed away.
Like my quirky funny grandfather.
Who was wrestling WWE/WWF addicted.
He was funny and like it when people called him StoneCold.
And my grandmother.
Who never fails to cook Nasi Goreng for me
And nags me to pray.
And the most important reason for me not to take a bike license.
My cousin.
She rode on her boyfriends bike.
He crashed and survived.She didn't.
He was speeding.
Her face was so badly crushed that my mum wont let me look
at her one last time when i was a kid.
She was very young.Hot and a model.
Bloody mature too.
She was like a sister.
She sleeps at my place.
As she does her part-time work at New Zealand ice-cream.
Or run away.
Always bringing home ice-cream for me.
Knowing i liked them.
She was the only one in her family i liked.
Her family is liked fucked up to me.
No offence though.
Her big brother behaves like a kid.
Should be going into his 30's i think.
I really want to beat the senses out of him.
Totally immature compared to his late sister.
Hopping work causing trouble.
And said i talk like a grown up to him.
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I'll stop here.
This post is wayy going out of my intended point.