Studied with 'She-whom-you-know-whose-name-must-not-be-mentioned' after Class before joining the rest for dinner. (Remind you of Voldemort in Harry Potter?). Yup, So went for dinner at Holland Village with Arron, Azan, Cecilia, Darran, Mag, Mel.

Yes, A super random group but it was pretty fun! Azan with his viewfinder camera, taking pictures of himself non stop, Darran and his moment of the day when he spoke to the chinese waitress in english after Azan asked him to translate. And with Arron practically laughing at everything! It was so enjoyable..Mag was a great company, sitting beside me and Idiotic Mel whom I finally met up with. Oh ya, I really like that mango glutinous rice thingy at Thai Express! We should have more dinners like this man! (But not too often)

It started raining when we were halfway into our dinner, But we werent leaving yet. Stayed awhile at Thai express while our stomachs digest our food, before Darran took us for our SP roundabout walk in the rain as Mel wanted to 'say hi' to Shirleen and gang who were in the same area at Essential Brew. So we went up But decided not to stay and interupt them ( We should have our own fun man, and yes we did!)

Just before we part and head home respectively, I was telling Azan how desperate I was to get a pump of petrol as I've been running on reserve tank for awhile now. There was no petrol kiosk at sight. So I decided to try my luck by dashing home. Azan also needed a Pump at that time. Riding in the rain, through a series of windy and slippery roads. Just as I was approaching botanic garden, opposite demphsey, the bike died on me slowly. Slow enough that I could move to the side of the road.. Well done.

First thing to my mind, ' Wa, seriously die ar..'

Second, ' Where am I...'

Third, ' Call Azan for help!'

Nothing can be said enough to express my gratitude man. Azan went the extra mile, out of his way after sending everyone off to pump a $5 worth of petrol to deliver to me! Riders' integrity! He've been through the situation before, he knows how it feels man. I'm seriously touched ( so much that i feel molested),pai seh and thankful at the same time.

If not for him, I'd have to travel home, get the car, go to the nearest kiosk to pump petrol, travel down to replenish fuel in my bike, drive back late at night, take transport back anothe day to retrieve the bike. (Suppose I've to work independently of my dad).It's tiring enough just to imagine the things I've had to do.

I've never felt so in need of a fren's help.
So here I am, ' Thanks Azan for your help!'