Weird happenings


First thing first: I've enabled comment moderation for this blog. Thanks to the freakos who keep spamming endless spams in my comments section. And yes! I've caught at least 7 of those trying to sneak in after I enabled the thing.

All you normal commentators will have to wait until I log on to publish your comments. Be patient, ok? Thanks.

To the spammers: nyuh nyuh nee pooh pooh! You cannot spam me!

So bite me.

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Been having weird dreams lately. Of people I've haven't seen in like, oh, forever. I dreamt of this guy whom I used to be with, and in my dream we were young again. He was still that blur boy I once knew.

Then I dreamt of this other person, whom I totally had not contacted with for like.. 7 years. I dreamt that... sshh! Can't tell you.

Anyway, what was weird was that today I saw that guy. We nodded in recognition, but I can see that he's struggling to remember who I am. Not that it's easy to remember who I was, I've changed a LOT since then.

And what made my blood boil was that when I browsed through his profile in friendster, I recognised his girlfriend. Dammit! How can this be? I know her! I hated her!

Ah well. It's their life now. Pah!

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Just an update:

The Newman magazine featuring yours truly at one of the back pages is coming out in JULY! Not August okay. I got the wrong information, and the editor told me in the email he sent over containing my photoshoot picture that it'd be coming out in July.

JULY issue of Newman magazine! Buy, people, buy!

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Something bad happened yesterday.



Lazychoo's bike broke down and refused to start up. But the situation quickly turned into a good one because our rescuers turned up and turned the whole thing into a Northern Knights outing!



These are the rescuers..



.. crowding around Lazychoo's bike.



Seeing the whole thing turn into an event, how can the blogger in me refuse to whip out her camera? Seems like somebody else is as weird as me, carrying a camera wherever I go.



When big groups gather, especially on the island in the middle of the T-junction of AMK ave 1 and Lorong Chuan, we draw unwanted attention.



Kudos to the guy who copied many, many ICs at one go!



Here's them still scratching their heads after the police went off.

Kelvin: How to do ah? *touches head*
Mark: Aiyer, how come cannot fix? *ruffles hair*
Ben: Eh you guys better find a solution before I start touching my head too *reaches to touch*



After one hour...



"Where's Lazychoo?"
"Gone to buy spark plug."



"Haven't come back ah?"



"I'm so tired!"



"Don't wake me up."



"Let's just pretend we're dead. "

After Lazychoo came back with no spark plug (he couldn't find any)..



Another rescuer! Nick!



Thinking of solutions to fix the thing.



Took out the fairing..



Messing around with the mysterious insides.



Whose tools are these?



That's just me not wanting to let such an opportunity go, and feeling too shy to sit alone.



Lazychoo's bike was finally up after a couple of hours. But it kept dying in the middle of riding, so me, CK and Nick followed closely behind.

My own bike died on me too, and everyone had to help me push start my bike. CK's horn wasn't working either.

We got stopped by TP a second time, and after explaining about the situation he let us go. I didn't even bother taking photos, we were all just soooooo tired.

After awhile, Lazychoo and CK were in front when Nick's bike died on him.



"Teehee~"

Ah well. Least I got a shot of my bike on the CTE.



Nice picture, eh?



Anyway, Daniel(this other Mito guy) had an accident today. It's like, WTF? This really isn't a week for riders, everybody's having so much problems together!