Wed afternoon, ready to start things afresh finally i hope....

listening to hanson mmmbop, these old tracks are so much better then current hits e.g pussycatdolls-don't cha, etc.....whats on their mind when they made the mv by the way...please enlighten me.


oh yah forget about the 2nd paragragh marked (xxXXXxx) on the previous post...i will write it here.

skipped (not skept which i used wrongly in my earlier post) school this morning again....i woke up punctually but felt tired. yes guilty again for missing school but would felt worse if i don't have sufficient sleep. i used to wake up every morning and look at the clock and quickly count the number of hours i have slept. if lesser than 8, i would try go back to sleep if i can...(for instance, this morning).....sleeping disorder is no joke, it complicates your health and that is one last thing you ever want happening to you. got the number to some specialist, drop me a note if you need some advices.

**Warning-do not read the following article.....it's existence is purely for page extension only*

earlier on, i drove to mount akina for a spin in my hummer h2......slow and steady up the slope. feeling the cool morning breeze on my cheeks and my cigar in my other hand. after having done some exercise and coming downhill....a evo9 delibrately stopped beside me and start revving his engine. then the bugger for some unknown reasons wind down his window and gave me a "thumbs down" hand sign before speeding off negotiating the first bend infront and disappearing into the mountains.....feeling pissed i rammed on my accelerator, breaking through the tranquility of the peaceful dawn and chase after the bugger. with my customised nitroX fittings, i caught up with him in no time(still feeling pissed as that boost cost me $50). i quickly overtook him using the "snakey" techinique and showed him a couple of high speed drifts on the coming bends as a warning to not mess with my hummer. 150km/h drifting round the bends send some rubber smell.......approaching the coming bend, i open my door and looked down my tired as i see them biting rough into the dirt road....even the smoke have made my chrome spinners less glamourous already. i stopped abruptly seeing the the bugger passed me. then i quickly unmount my friend's santa cruz bullit and bash through the woods cutting along the tracks. the adrenaline rush once again set me to paddling faster. the "travel " and the new bomber made me felt like flying through the woods. i finally reach the bottom of the hill in no time and as expected, the bugger was nowhere in sight. i went to the mac, ordered value combo 1 and feast on the junk food. finished my food, washed up the bike and took a short nap......finally the bugger emerged from the woods and looks at me in bewilderment......he couldn't accept his defeat to the bullit, exited his car and took a cab home.........[the above paragraph is based on a true story that might happen in the near future]

talking about the bullit, it belong to a friend of mine whom the rest and me got to know in BT(bukit timah). we were riding and bumped into him with a deflated tire. Being the ever nicest group of people alive in there, we supply him with extra tubes etc....we ended walking out togther eventually. thats how we know him and we continue to go on rides etc.......the menacing bike was repainted to white recently and it looked even cooler....hope the next time, it would be some girl with with a punctured tire.....haha

ok shall go do my report now........