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Life is out to get me.....

One of my nickname in Chinese directly translated is "Black Faced God." Which basically mean, king of bad luck. Any frequent reader (notice the lack of an 's') will know this. Here's more proof.

Remember last year when someone tipped over my bike? It turns out it was in all likelihood someone hitting it with their car as they backed out. Over the course of the winter, the left fairing was cracked. Replaced to the tune of $250 after taxes. Cha ching!

Which hurts, because I'd rather spend that money toward rims on my cage.

So I'm getting off the bike today, and I happen to look down the right side of my bike. Guess what? Yup, same piece of fairing, but on the opposite side, cracked. I'm so mad right now, I could at any moment have an aneurysm.

No more rims for me. Just when I needed new tires too.

....When life sucks, they meant me. posted by losir at 9:13 PM

I had a very surreal experience this morning. While certainly not religious in any way, it had nonetheless left me in quite a lurid state afterwards.

So this morning I was riding to work, in very dreary Friday weather. Although the clouds weren't exactly ominous in nature, it was still depressingly grey. To top it off, I was wearing my helmet with the iridium shield, which adds a certain dimness to the whole situation.

I was not enjoying it. Normally, I love to ride. But today, there was a certain sense of dullness and blandness that I have never experienced on my faithful steed. It was indeed an odd and strange feeling.

As if by sudden, a light across the right of my shoulder beamed down on me. The first thoughts was a truck bearing down from behind, highbeams glaring, ready to run me over. But the angle of the light was all wrong, it was higher up.

My second thought was that I was on a movie set, and those artifical lighting so often associated with cinematic wizardry was brightening up the scene I was appearing in. Of course, this is foolish thought, but the mood was akin to a stereotypical dream sequence, where everything is washed out in a filter of weak coloured tea . That's the closest I can describe. It's like someone observing their life as it passed by them, or worse, their last leg on earth before death.

So that's how I felt. I felt if I was riding to my death. The lighting was just gloom enough to be dreadful, yet, bright enough that it made everything look like it was photoshopped in sepia. That's it. That's the colour I saw. Sepia.

I turn to my right and looked up. The sun was struggling to shine through a thin film of clouds, this weak light, combined with the darkness of my tint, was what made the world seem so dead.

I was entranced, to the point where I felt I wanted to let go and fly myself towards the sky. I began to sit straighter on the bike, letting the wind to take me; more lax as I forego gripping the tank with my knees.

Luckily I snapped back to life as I was once again well aware that I was on a public highway with cages and trucks all around, trying to make it in for work.

But it's left me shook. I have never daydreamed thus while riding. I've always been alert while on the bike. People die for less than that.

....Remeber, they're out to get you. posted by losir at 5:56 PM

hi.

....Saddest update to date. posted by losir at 11:37 PM

There are three levels of intelligence.

Level 1: Those who brings the whole freaking family of eight to wait in line at a busy food take-out joint, just to order the same dinner combo.
Level 2: Those who realize just how stupid that family is, and gets mad over the fact.
Level 3: Those who understand getting mad over just how stupid some people are is futile and immature.

....who says old dogs can't remember old tricks. posted by losir at 1:50 PM

I know I sound like a gimp from the last post. Re-reading it, I sound like a total idiot. Well, I guess I am.

I'm all better now though. It must have been the lack of sleep from the weekend.

Rode my bike today to work, even though it was freezing cold. It was still worth it though. Nothing clears the head like a quick ride to work in the morning. Clears the cobwebs and grounds me back to mother earth.

....Earth to Losir.... posted by losir at 11:43 AM

How disheartening. Of course this is work related, so I can only describe it in the vaguest of terms.

I spend an hour doing some research, write up a proposal, and submit to management. Not even 1 minute goes by, and I get a rejected letter. I mean, buddy probably didn't even bother to read the letter. How ghey is that?

....Probably as ghey as me whining about it. posted by losir at 5:49 PM