A Photo For The Memories!

I get heartaches much often these days. Every single time I hear that roaring high pitch sound of a 125Z that whizzes past me. The rev and the clutch shifting is absolutely torturing to hear now. And I always turn around to see but it wasn't mine.

On another note, here's a photo for the memories.


That's me with the Reebok shirt!

My Precious 125Z!!!

I hate thieves. I hate them more than ever now. I hate them more than you'll ever believe. This time around, I wish they would just die spontaneously and burn in hell. That reapers are plucking them tooth out with their silly forks and knifes and singe their eyes with amber. I fucking hate those idiots. I hated them for their acts of infamy. Stealing my lunch tupperwares when I was in primary. For stealing my collection of pens when I was in secondary. And now they rob me off of my precious 125Z. Fuck those bastards! Fuck them to hell!

I'll miss the high speed lane rides we used to have. I'll miss those moments very much. I'll miss you. Goodbye.