12am. brandon called me and said.
"edwin i need help to move some shelf"
so i said.
"huh now? u stay simei lehh"
he replied.
"u stay yew tee right. i come fetch u"
i said.
"errr. ahhh. uhhh. tml i need to go back camp leh."
he said.
"can la steady la."
i said.
"ok la ok la."
just one steady la. so easy to convince me.
when i went down. brandon asked me.
"edwin do u know any justin?"
i thought for a second and shook my head.
den as i walked closer.
FUCK ITS JUSTIN. from my secondary school class. THAT justin who always gets bullied. espescially by me. lol.
that was not the biggest shock of the night. in the taxi, which brandon's god father drove. the uncle said. did u tell them what we are shifting? then he turned around and said. its a safe box leh. and i thought. ok some mini safe perhaps. those as big as a mini refrigerator.
so much for shock number two.
lets get to shock number three. when we reached the place. we realised the safe is nearly as tall as me. i shook my head. and walked out. took out a cigg. huffed and puffed. thinking. RUBBISH. im medically downgraded and weighs less then 50kg.
that thing is 600 pounds. (600 lbs = 272.7 kg)
i keep saying. BRANDON. NI HAO JIE SHAO.
wa the process of moving that junk to brandon's house. was totally rubbish. sweat like hell. whole body muscles still ache now. damn. the only enjoyable process was sitting behind the pickup. BEST. the cold wind of the east area. WOOT. when was the last time i sat behind a pickup. hmmm. sat the pickup back to town (where the safe came from) to swap to the taxi, which is easier to drive, more comfortable, and moves faster. when we went into the taxi, i said. UNCLE YEW TEE. haha.
went back to cck for "supper" then the "taxi" sent me home.
too shag. went to see doctor to keng mc. told the doctor i vomitted last night anyway. then he pressed my stomach and said. stomach infection. -.- RUBBISH.
went home and slept the whole day away. =)