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Thursday, August 16, 2007

alot has happened since last post..

I got back my baby.. my wife.. my love.. my bike.. :) finally its back..
the workshop called me that day.. asked me to come over and see wats the fault in my bike.. i came over after school and found out that my bike's piston was badly scratched.. both the piston and the piston block.. so the only thing to get my bike back is to pay 290 for a new piston and a piston block.. and the mechanic was kind enough to give me 230 bucks.. then the mechanic asked me to go back and think.. so yea i did..

2 days later, they called again.. they asked me to come back.. said that my bike is ready.. i mean ready? i haven even got the money yet.. then when i reached they said dont need pay cuz when they tried to open up the insides deeper.. they found something burned.. they said most prob the engine oil didnt get thru the engine sometimes.. so that explains y then piston is damage.. so i gave back the vespa.. and yea got on my precious little bike then rode off..



on the same day.. met aizat under my block to go to bike shop jus to see.. he asked me to follow him to send his sister to work.. so we rode off.. like normal.. at the chinese temple near my place.. it happened so damn fast.. i saw this van was gettin away from a taxi.. and aizat wanted to get move away.. he was too late.. he hit the back left side of the van.. BOOM... and i was jus right bhind him.. i was shocked.. i stop my bike.. tried to help them.. everyone was like helpin.. then the ambulance came took them away.. the traffic poilce came asked me questions.. and he told me that i cant be aizat's witness cuz im a friend of his.. so yea.. his sister had a deep cut on the lips, bruises and scratches on thehand.. torned shirt.. badly swollen right leg.. she was badly shaken.. Aizat had alot of scratches on both his arms.. a cut on his chin.. the best part: his pants was torn right at the groin part.. and Bestest part: his boxers was torn too..

so thats the story.. finish.. im tired typin..





and so ive deleted all the fuckin msges that she sent me.. all 500plus of them.. i used to keep almost a 1000 of them but i deleted it bit by bit.. and now that ive deleted all of it.. i asked myself..

have i gotten over her.?
have i moved on?
has she moved to the back of my fuckin mind and nvr come back?



Those memories were sweet,
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