On The Way Home

As we passed by Khatib, we were reminded of the times where we used to share bicycles together. He would sit in front holding the steering wheel while I do the paddling. I swear, nobody does that. Only us. Lol


Khatib MRT station. Our bicycle parking lot. I got my bike stolen twice. Damn you.


Shaiful works again.


Cheezeeeeeeeee!


Chillin for a while. We were totally exhausted at this point.


But still have the energy for a Kodak moment.


These are our expressions after the challenging journey. I don't want to do this again.


4pm. Finally home at Shaiful's but not mine! Drats!


I snoozed a little before heading home. Too tired to lift my butt.

One thing I learnt from this journey is that, when it comes to friendships, you don't force things. It just happens naturally because you guys want to do it instead of putting the effort artificialy to get the friendship going. Cheers to our friendship. 11 years have passed and I'm still looking forward for many years to come. Thanks Pol. Take care. Talk to ya soon bro.

ja
What A LONG STORY!!!