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Listening to: Delta Goodrem - Mistaken Identity

I salivated at Mark's K5 after chilling out at west coast mac with the peepz. it was the next most beautiful thing after the hayabusa and maybe even after the ninja. i stood there, eyes stuck to the lovely bike.. brought me back to 2-3 years back when i was going thru my bike license. i asked myself.. when am i going to relive this dream. my dream since i was 7. after so long, i alwix thought maybe as i grow older, i'll fall in love with cars more than im with bikes but the affection never came. even tho thru my boy, i got to know whats the spoiler, sports rim, side skirt, bodykit, the most beautiful car failed to turn my head.

silently, i began to realise.. maybe i wouldnt get to ride after all. i think dad will kill me one day if i start returning home w a bike. i remembered there was one time i asked if i could go get a bike license. he replied positive. i was elated! sad to say, he didnt finish his sentence.. he followed on with.. "just dun come back home.."

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so there.. im prolly gona hafta bring this dream with me to my grave, which according to dad.. i'll prolly end up earlier in the grave should i take my license. *ponders* maybe its true.. coz i hallucinated with 180km/hr. woooo.. i used to tell my friends its stress free riding on a bike going at 180km/hr. know why? coz you think of nothing but ur life. -grin-

okie la.. this few weeks were rather depressing. thinking of aussie and of bikes. away from the thoughts, every other thing is pretty okie. im mugging for exams which i cant wait for them to end.

-bah- im broke!! very very very broke! *cries*

*off to dig my piggy bank*

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