You meant a lot to me

You keep me cool in a hot sunny day.

You keep me warm in a cold rainy day.

You bring me (my friends, and families too) wherever I want to go.

You go fast and slow down whenever I want you to, listening to all my orders.

You made me waited for months just to see you and feel you.

Eventhough I don't have much (money) left, I will still make sure you're not starved.

I spend the most on you for your birthday.

I even buy insurance for you.

Time really flies.

Our first anniversary and your birthday is just in the corner.

Happy Birthday to you my precious.

Look at her, all wet.
Sexy kah?

(Cheh.... you all think I'm talking about what oh?)

Dear baby,

I love the fact that you don't eat much, and the 'food' I use to feed you is damn cheap. (Thank God we live in Brunei)

I will try not to be a pusher and drive you nuts (because tyres are not cheap!).

Eventhough I know that sooner or later some parts of you will be changed and replaces, but I believe you're still the same. (Just make sure you don't break down in the highway)

I even made a new year resolution saying that I'll try to clean you up at least once a week every two week.

(But it has been raining a lot lately. I'm sorry baby, I let you down again. I just don't want to be disappointed, looking up the sky and curse like a mad woman. I scared thunder strike on me bah.)

I spend more money on you for servicing and maintenance than me having hair treatment and manicure.

You say I sayang you or not!

Thank you my precious.

You're my pride. Every single part of you comes from my hard earned cash with blood and sweat.

You're mine. All mine (after the pay I finished paying the monthly installment)...Until the day

- I get sicked of you.
- You make me so dulan by rosak parts by parts just because you're aging and refuse to move.
- I save enough to buy another/ my dream car.

But for the moment, please love me as much as I do.

Don't be a bitch and throw tantrum in the middle of the highway especially in the dark.

I promise you that I will never ever keh-kiang (act smart) and pump air into your tyres in the petrol station and lost the stupid screw. I'll pass this hard job to Bobby.

If your tyres ever want to 'fart', I mean..puncik (puncture lah), please do it when a man is around as I don't have the strength to carry out the spare tyre behind.

Happy anniversary dear.

(Damn, sibeh sien & malas to go renew the roadtax and insurance lah)