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on me and my brother's recent sparring posts.

yim (via text) : Hey blue eye shadow brother.. Haha...
me (via text) : seebee...

re: my dearest braddar

in reference to this tribute:

first of all, all that feelee-fairlair is simply that: feelee-fairlair. doesn't do shit for me in the real world.

second, "my bro damn zai". there i've copied and pasted mentioned it.

third, yes, i'm constantly reminded of how gullible we were. the prospect of tv-stardom looked good then, didn't it? deceived by our own mother, of all people.

finally, shall we admire some (one) of my brother's greatest shots instead of just cluttering up the space with mere words? hurs.

trist, en garde!

blame me not, braddarrrrr. you started it. hurs.

ah, yes. i particularly like this picture because it gives me hope.
that all is not lost.
sorta.
shaddup.

by the way, sorry renne. just think of yourself as collateral or something, that should make you feel better. a good lesson then, about standing betwixt your parents for your ugly kid shots.

anecdotes

some weeks ago i went with yim to the airport to get my fix. i told him about the prior time when i brought fer there. the girl working there, whom i always talked to, was silent when she saw fer. in fact she looked pissed.

when yim heard the story, he did an impersonation:

我給你那麼好的咖啡, 你竟然帶別的女人來, 什麼意思嘛! 我不幹了!!

yeah, we laughed then, but i haven't gone back since.

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some days ago i had a dream. in it yim was telling me he actually thought one of one of my ex's friends was a nice person, and he's actually on good terms with her (note to all: this sentence's correct. if you didn't understand it you're a dumber cunt than i thought). i was shocked awake and couldn't get back to sleep.

when i related said vision to him he laughed and said: " if you hear me say that you know you're fucking dreaming."

hyperventilation

as i was going up sheares bridge i overtook a monster. it looked good but i somehow missed the throaty grunt distinct to ducatis. he must've been going easy on the throttle.

about a minute after that i heard thunder from behind.

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me: whoa, here it comes. listen to that loud bass..
fer: where?
me: coming soon, wait for it.

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then four dukes passed me, two monsters from the right, two 1098s from the left. they were so fast i only managed to glimpse their receding tail lights. yeah, that fast.

it fucking made my day. i flipped out and started screaming/hooting/cheering at them even though i knew they couldn't hear me.

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me: ohmygodohmygod! look at that!! didyouseedidyousee? ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod... that is what i'm talking about! woohoo! 是 high 的囉!!
fer: calm down...
me: lolol!
fer: ha ha, you have that stupid grin on your face again!
me: lolol!

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to call them subtle is to describe a tornado as a fart. ten bikes of any other kind going in formation can't induce that kind of presence, and that's exactly why i dig them.

if you see what i mean then you understand my joy at seeing them, and we can be friends.
on the other hand those who do not comprehend must lead miserable lives indeed, and i pity you. best hasten unto the light and liberate yourselves from the abyss made dark by the likes of perverted japanese crap, before the shit hitteth the fan when one day you wake up to realise you have lived for nothing.

只在乎曾經拥有

hell hath no fury

one day i got tired of walking the fifteen-klick journey to the other side of the cabinet betwixt renne's and my rooms to get the air-conditioner remote, so i wrote her a 'be more 自動' note, wrapped it round the remote, and left it on my end of middle-earth.

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how u like walking around the cabinet to get the remote? yeah? yeah?

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her reply:

her articulate paraphrasing and eloquent flow of 筆畫 sorta-kinda tells me she's under some kind of mental duress.
or pms.

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proof that i've been really, really bored in class