trots

i walked to town again. it only took three roads, but each one was like an expressway.

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botany road + harris street + sussex street
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used cars. there are many, and they are cheap.

scooter with offroad tires. uber to the max cute.

this one has a story...

as i was walking along the road i saw this diesel station which doubles up as a garage. it's a private business. i thought it was real cool so i stopped to take some pics. actually i only managed to take one before the mechanic/boss came out. he was big. not fat big, muscle big.

dude: hey mate, wotcha doing?
me(looking at my camera): taking photos.
dude: yeah i can see that, but wot for?
me: oh. er...
dude: project?
me: no, for my blog. but if you're not comfortable with that i can delete it.
dude: nah nah nah, it's no problem, i was just curious.

and then he walked back into the garage, and i hauled ass outta there.

i found a dna. too good to be true, i thought. then i asked for the price. 3999 moolahs. yeah, too good to be true.

saw a very old racing helmet in a window display. i'm guessing it's significant.

if the gov here puts them all together there'd be protests.

australian broadcasting corporation. one of the outposts.

found at a traffic light. literally.

at this point, i thought of home.

cng-powered bus. nice ad.

some museum

some aquarium

this is cool! water spirals down to the center! after this shot i walked in. cause i saw some kids doing it and figured it ain't a flushing system.

tour jetboats

okay this one's a little blurred, but i'm posting it in memory of bekev's lost love.

mistake

wanted to grow my hair back to the pre-aussie-trip length, but then my current hair was ruined by reservist, which did i mention was a complete waste of my time?

so anyway, i thought now'd be a good time to get a trim, cause i heard it grows faster this way. and since my hair already looks like shit i thought it couldn't possibly get any worse.

how wrong i was.

i made the mistake of not going to renne's recommended hairmaster this time, because i figured since it's only a trim i'd rather not waste too much of his time. or my money.

my pretrim hair looked like a big fat mushroom.
my posttrim hair looks like a big fat mushroom. with fur.

no pictures. i flatly refuse.

and i'm not going out for the next two weeks until my head fully recovers.

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a few days ago i got involved in a low-speed car chase. i got my way cut off by a rude p-plater. the offending car accelerated and tried to leave me in his smoke. but he was driving a japshit car, so there you have it.

yeah you better run, i thought as i picked up speed. then i found out it was definitely a guy driving.
because as we passed a bus stop we both slowed down to eyeball a hot chick standing there. how do you not notice a bright bloodred top?

after the brief intermission we resumed the car chase. then i decided not to be such a seebee and let him off. he was turning anyway.

perks

i have a special mutant ability to detect guys who walk the twisties road when i see them or hear them talk.

so does renne.

she calls it gaydar.

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the one good thing about buying timberlands during christmas season is the synchronous seasonal discounts, which is usually first-rate.

the other good thing about buying timberlands during christmas season is i can deliberately whack the hordes of inconsiderate mortals who violate my immediate surrounding airspace with the heavy paper bag and then say i'm sorry, which i'm obviously not.

diversion

haven't been doing much lately, mainly because of this. i'm fighting off hordes of zombies every night with my three companions.

yep, it's a 4-person adventure, and if you fight it alone the other three are controlled by friendly but stupid bots, which have a minor but irritating targeting deficiency.

it's very addictive.

i may never jog at night again.

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renne was looking for christmas presents

me: oei, what you think this is?
renne: hmm... portable ashtray?
me: only a smoker will say that.
renne: lol!
me: that's what i think too.

then we found out from the shopkeeper that it's a pillbox.

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the day after mum got her new car, she got the rims changed.
now she's a happy woman.

while waiting for the car to swap shoes....

mum: what's that car that your uncle keeps asking me to get for you?
me: golf.
mum: what's the brand?
me: volkswagen.
mum: how much?
me: expensive.
mum: is it the logo with the little bird and the big wings?
me: no it's the one with a 'w' inside a circle. the one you described is a chrysler. and it's not a little bird, it's an eagle.
mum: oh. lol!

elle-o-elle

found this on a topic blog. it's about what girls should give their guys for christmas. fine gifts i must say.

Get out of jail cards: Try arts and crafts. Draw up a ticket book saying "one get home at 6am", "one sleep all Sunday", "one ditch dinner with my parents" and he tears them off and hands them to you when each occasion occurs throughout 2009.

A sexual fantasy: If it's not illegal and doesn't involve farm animals or your best friend, why not indulge the man you love just this once? And if your best friend's up for it, well, Christmas is about sharing.

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yesterday i restarted my jogging pattern again. surprisingly i cleared a decent time compared to before, and i haven't jogged for almost a fortnight. weird. but then yesterday's was a twilight jog, so that probably explains it.

it feels good to shed some kilos, though that's an illusion. i won't start losing weight until i've jogged at least two weeks.

i grew hungry before bedtime.
i dreamed of prata and mcwings.

reconciliation with self

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i realise lots of people like to tailgate other people, much like one dog sticking its nose up another's butt. what's up with that? said event happened to me today, but when i rounded a ninety-degree bend at a constant speed the dude disappeared into the horizon in my mirror. wahahahahaa!! if you can't catch up why try it in the first place? i mean come on people, any child can drive in a straight line and floor the gas, but do you even understand the technique of operating the instrument that normally sits right in front of you? i think the general term for said instrument is 'steering wheel'. with that description in mind you should be able to locate it in under 10 minutes, unless your brain resides in your ka chng.

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pffft.

pffffffttt.....

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noticed lots of people mistaking renne for my girlfriend. pfffffahahahhhahahahaa!!!(sorry, still thinking about that dude in the previous paragraph and couldn't help myself. i apologise.) what the hell, can't a guy go out with his own sister once in a while? don't assume shit when you haven't got the manners to clarify first.

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today i saw a chinese dude riding a 1098. at least i think he's chinese, cause he was all wrapped up in riding gear. but then he must be chinese, because i've never seen a caucasion this diminutive. the only thing that spoiled the picture was the chick on the pillion seat. i mean yeah she's hot and all, but it's a 1098 can!?! fetching someone on it is equivalent to defiling the bike okay? when i buy my own 1098 (and it's gonna be black cause the red ones are everywhere already) nobody's gonna get onto my baby this easy. i mean nobody.

then again, i might go for the streetfighter. it's a new beast from ducati. some say it's ugly, but i just think it's uber ultramasculine. the winning point? it's got a 1098 engine raging in it, just waiting for a little twitch of the wrist to go berserk. like its superbike variant, it screams like a bloody hellion. bloody love it. hhhnnnnnnggggg.......!! i just came in my pants.

this. i'll just say this: if the 1098 is a cigarette, then the desmosedici rr is fucking heroin. don't even think about it appearing here, because ducati only made 1,500 units, at sgd $108,037.69 each at the current exchange rate. **blame wiki if the info's wrong**

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i got involved in a major fight today. he wouldn't give it up, threatening to set himself on fire. but then i wasn't backing off that easily either. so i won.

now my wallet isn't talking to me, cause i ripped the card outta his claws.

it's an arai offroad helmet, the one with a small peak, small chin bar, and comes complete with a faceshield. this hybrid-type ain't as rugged as the real stuff, but then it's way cooler. the visor helps a lot when you're inhaling exhaust fumes all the time, and i wear glasses when i'm too lazy, so the real stuff with a pair of wraparound goggles ain't gonna work too well for me.

640 bloody moolahs. now i'm broke but happy, so i'd say it's money well spent.

my ex
20% hooligan, 80% cool. i still like it.

my next
come to think of it, doesn't it resemble the master chief's helmet in halo?

bloody cool eh?

now i'm only waiting for the bike to come. eheheheh........

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刀光劍影

father and i still avoid each other whenever we can help it.

杀气

i'm filled with it.

my results were just pigeoned back to me.

now i'm climaxing with it.

dear everybody under the sun, please return your seats to their upright positions and refrain from stepping on my tail the next few weeks while i zen my thermal reading from the vaporising level back to incinerating. my current mood is in the ballistic region, and the nearest release valve is a month yonder.

dear january, please drop by tomorrow so i can complete my license upgrade and get my iron horse right-the-fuck-away.