Saga in the workshop

Workshop…euwww. Dirty, noisy and stink. I met many orang minyak at the workshop today but I didn’t afraid of them. These orang minyak are nice. When I saw them fixing my car, I was thinking may be I should become a mechanic so I can repair my own car. I did learn a bit from them. But may be not after seeing their black dirty nails and hands, smelly oily body…NO, final. I wonder how they get clean workshop and mechanic.

Typical Malaysian workshop, fixing car to make it works again. But always make messes to the car with oil, dust, dirt and a few things broken. I’m not satisfied. That’s why I want to do everything by my own. That’s better because it’s hard for me to satisfy with people work. There is one thing I lack as a boy…perfection. Boys don’t care about getting thing right, beautiful or perfect. As long as it works, that’s ok to them. Nope, that’s totally not me. For me, everything must be in order, clean and beautiful and looks exactly as the first time I get it. Wow...that’s too much. Yeahhh, I know. But I know someone who is more fussy and perfectionist than me.

I went to workshop because my best friend Saga, was sick. Poor you Saga. I know you’re getting old and sick now. But don’t worry, I still love you and will take care of you. Because you are my best friend. Even though I have new friends Kancil and Riozz, you are always in my heart…my hearttt. I’ll take care of you. They ignore you and make you ugly, but I’ll use all I have to make you look beautiful again. Now, you are back. We will spend time together likes before.

Remember, we traveled everywhere from small village to big city, from Perlis to Johor, on the road, on the ferry we admired the nature. Saga, do you still remember this most sweet memory of us in Muar? It was raining, very heavy and we both fell into the drain. It took four men to take us out from the drain in the heavy rain. And then, we were scolded by them…hehehe. Thanks friend, for making my life colourful. Till my last breath, you and I never be apart.