fmylife

i'd just signed in to comment on one of trist's blog posts and immediately felt something wet and slimy brush against my leg.

chinky.

me: eee! 什麼來的?!

chinky: 哈哈哈哈! 美白 cream!

me: 啊呀!! 為什麼妳要把我的右腳變白?!?

chinky: rof 哈哈哈哈!!

the ring of $#!^

i just reclaimed mm's ring from fer and binned it in front of qy.

what was the big deal anyway?

oh well, off into the future.

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went to buy some bike bits and had to park at sim lim tower. i wanted to get from fourth to first level but the upgoing one came first, so i thought what the hell and went for it.

it went to level eight and ten to drop some people off. just as i thought i was going down the lift went up again, to level eleven. then someone came in and pressed thirteen. at thirteen another dude came in and pressed  fifteen, then someone punched eight. ultimate fml, it almost frustrated me into a heart attack. i should've just stayed on the fourth and waited for a descending one.

double whammy

for those of you who don't know, i've been a nightwalker for the past month or two.

about an hour ago my mom came into my room asking if there's anything that needed fixing, when all she really wanted to know was if my printer was working so she could zap her air tickets. when i asked her what time it was she beat a hasty exit.

after five minutes of tossing i staggered over to my phone.

one thirty-five pee am.

yay. 老媽萬歲.

next i went to the window to check the weather. it was so fucking bright i had to shield my visionaries with a feeble limb. okay, i've some stuff to buy and it's a good time to ride. so i put on my jeans.

rustle rustle.

i pottered back to the window and beheld dark clouds and piss. what the fuck, it was dazzling just a fucking minute ago can?

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thanks to the fucked up new router renne installed i still haven't got my internet sorted, and i'm still banging on her lappie for this. maybe i should get a macbook pro in the meantime. a bit extremist i know, but i've been thinking about one for at least six months, and it'll seriously make my life easier with school work and picture editing. and my two siblings have gotten theirs for lesser reasons than this.

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i'm about halfway through running in the bike, and i blame the slow progress on all the cars at home. less the morris.

it's a fucking dream to ride, with enough grunt to alter the earth's rotation and blast off into orbit. it corners too, like electricity. okay, so it doesn't have as many horses as a Streetfighter or Super Duke, but in the right hands it can still worry them, and ultimately it'll be loads more fun cornering on the Street Triple. complaining about its lack in horsepower is like whining about a mole on megan fox's left pinky toe. irrelevant. and i honestly think packing too many horses into it would make it too grown-up and take away the fun factor, and there's already the Speed Triple for that.

i'm going to tighten up the rear with a rear hugger, a tail tidy, and new indicators. it's going to cost about 300 though. in pounds. well that's what the interweb says, but i'm going to see if they're cheaper from the shops.


oh, yeah, i burned my leg on the exhaust. one quick brush and it took my skin off and cooked the surrounding flesh, and the pain was fucking intense. oh well, comes with ridership, and i'm not complaining. will be wearing jeans from now on though.