himbo bee

today, after 5 years and 3 days, bee finally showed his himbo front. and it was himbo with a capitalized, italized, block, underlined, letter H... you see, when we experienced the van tyre puncture, he did something right. he stopped the van. but when i asked him to reverse into the layby properly, he looked at me and said: "ahhhhhh, you do it..." hmmm... then, after i reversed the van, bee was like busy running back and front like a blue housefly, moh moh (touch touch) here, moh moh there, and moh moh everywhere but getting nothing done. and finally, when he realized he could do nothing much, he squatted beside me and stared at the oncoming cars... haiz.. i thought he could at least lend me a hand or help to wave for oncoming cars to go away... but... haiz haiz haiz... anyway, the tyre changing experience was one helluva tiring for me. after finally gotten the tools out and discovering how to remove the spare tyre, i went on to jack the van up and to start the tyre changing process. by that time, i was all sweating profusely, eyes blurring from my dry contact lens, my bad back was aching like crazy, my legs were aching from kneeling too long, and my hands were weakened from the constant turning of tools to jack up the car jack... and then, bee looked at me and said: "bee, your shirt very smelly leh!"... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........... himbo lor..........