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Sunday, August 12, 2007

had a long day today.. woken up at 12.45 by izzat's call.. i was like blur.. went jammin with the band at 2.. had fun as usual.. then at 4 me din and qader went to my place.. i put my guitar then went out again.. we went to arts house.. there's a gig there.. but i didnt go in.. neither did they.. we jus went there.. meet up with the others.. mannan, mannan's friend and naim..

then me and din when to east coast park to celebrate syu's birthday.. meet up with nadia, radi and his 2 siblings.. and the bday girl syu.. ate played game.. talked crapped.. then went to my house void deck and talked me and din.. then meet fitri.. then went back..

now im front of the com so fuckin bored.. dont know wat to do... i need someone to entertain me QUICk or i'll die of boredom..

btw my fuckin friend brian gave me brand new gloves for bike.. maybe he's not an ass after all.. well i still hate him haha..

still fuck u brian..





ohh YA! BTW! i got a 5 DAYS VESPA)%)@%)@(($)_!@%
here's the story

i was ridin my bike like usual on expressway to my uncle's house.. he asked me to help him do something.. so i went la.. like normal. then suddenly at punggol my bike was riding smooth when all of a sudden my bike slowed down to a stop i try acceleratin it but it wont move faster.. then eventually i stopped my bike at the shoulder of the road.. i was like wat the fuck.. wat if i cant start my bike then i'll have to push all the way..? then i tried startin it. the sound of my engine was like super diff.. sounds like as if its gonna die..

then fortunately the engine started but there was a funny sound.. and yesterday i went to workshop to as for help.. waited for fuckin 1 hr for the mechanic to come back from lunch.. when he came.. he asked about my bike.. then he asked me to wait another fuckin hr..

ok ok for those who dont know me.. im a very impatient guy.. and im super aware of that..

then i waited again till i almost died i think.. finally he came in the waitin area..he told me he said it cant be fixed by today.. he said he's gonna open the engine and see wats inside and the faults.. he said he'll need 1 or 2 days to get it done.. and with my incrediblely super clever large brain i think it'll take at least 4 5 days including weekends..
and he said that he'll lend me the workshop stand by bike to me.. so i said wee.. ahaha.. at least i dont need to take public.. and he showed me the bike.. its was a super bright red vespa..

i shall call its my 5 days vespa..

sorry if my english like shit.. cuz im sleepy.. ok ok i ego.. ha



Those memories were sweet,
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