its 6am in the morning. sitting in my room.alone. in darkness and tranquility. I look across the window, a bike that never fail to bring a smile to myself. my pride and joy. my hardwork. done from scratch,dust and dirt. to something very detailed. its been a few months now and so far its going strong. a 9 year old bike with lots to offer. i was awaken by my uncle ringing on the doorbell at 7pm earlier. I strolled down in my track pants only. opened the door to see my aunt,uncle and my cousin at the door. Uncle:Syahmi, motor asl tayar belakang hilang. (syahmi,why are the tyres on your bike missing) me:*instantly look across the window to check on my bike instead of opening the door for them* uncle: ehk gi mana? (eh where u going?) me: mana hilang? sembarang je! (its not missing? anyhow only!) aunt: sayang sangat dengan motor. an obsession i can't rid. I dont know whats wrong with me. I aint happy? I dont know. rest assured im sound and mentally okay. but trust me, i truly dont know ...