I thought it was pretty cool that the people at tokyobike let us try riding the bikes even though we probably looked like we didn't have enough cash and might have cycled off into the sunset without ever returning. If after IB I can find nothing else to occupy my time I wouldn't mind going down to haji lane just to stare at the kaleidoscopic graffiti murals that flank the shophouse walls.

Anyway the other night I was sitting at the table outside my house with my jiejie (from there you can hear the engines of vehicles that speed down the arterial road outside our estate) and I suddenly remembered how terrified I used to be as a kid of the sounds that motorcycles made. I asked jiejie if she remembered me being scared of them and she was like OMEGAD YESSSS and reminded me how I would poke my doddy awake and ask him if I could sleep with my mommer on the bed and if he could sleep on the tiny mattress on the floor instead. I don't know why it was specifically the sound of motorcycles revving that freaked me out and sometimes the streetlights would make shadows of motorcycles that were hurtling down the roads dance on the walls of our old bedroom and this scared me even more than the sound of their engines did and I would run out crying and refuse to go back to bed and watch television with my doddy until I fell asleep. Sometimes I pretended to be asleep just so my parents would carry me back to bed heh. This lasted a few years. I now adore motorcycles though and would really love to learn to ride one but my parents are all like HELL NAWHHH.