a transformation

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 what i want.
i lost my sense of direction.