my sumatra tiger, my metal monster

they suggested me to buy a new one. but i said "no, it's not dead".

broken pedal does not mean dead.
rusted chain does not mean dead.
distorted spindle does not mean dead.
dysfunctional gear shifter does not mean dead.
it's still alive. my sumatra tiger, the metal monster, i bought it, i own it, i modified and sprayed it.
i don't allow it just die like that, with no meaning...

i forget the reason why i parked it near the school side gate. it's been a long time since i let go the handle last time.


beautiful orange fur with black stripes, u can't find another bike with the same colour in singapore.

i created it and it has my name on the chest. no one touches it without my permission. it only obey me. it's mine.

it still looks metallic, strong and tough from outside, after a long time. but i know it's very tired already. it's just trying to stand for its last dignity.

some months ago we still sped on the street together, attracting lots of attentions. my memory was full of sunshine, fresh air and freezing rain drops. but now, i can only touch its back and recall our happy memory.