"Something tells me that this isn't my year."

If you're the type who enjoys,
Reading about bad stuff happening to me,
You'll probably like this post.

By the way,
I also dunno why my posts are getting longer and longer.

But first,
Let me get some politics out of the way.
Yeah this will probably seen by some,
As a desperate attempt,
To make myself seem more intelligent.

Or you can just skip the next few paragraphs.

So Bush won?
Bush won, right?
Or so it seems at this point,
Unless I wake up tomorrow to something else.

Highly unlikely.

I've never indicated any preference before,
And that's because I'm still undecided.

Even though W choked on a pretzel,
And fell off a Segway,
(The creator of the Segway said,
It was impossible to fall off)
The majority of Americans wants him back.

But at least winning both the electoral college,
And the popular vote,
Will give W more legitimacy this time.

It doesn't really matter who the man in charge is.
Terrorists will still try every single way to sabotage the US.
Well,
At least the man who has balls to drop bombs is back.

I'll stop now,
Before everyone runs away.
Let's get back to my horrible day.

It started off alright though.
The woman from the Dean's Office called.
(How come they're so efficient suddenly?)

And so I've an appointment with the Vice-Dean on Friday.

Great,
Cos I don't even know who she is haha.

Despite the bad weather,
I decided to bring my bike for inspection,
Simply because I was running out of time.

Anyway,
I needed to fix the horn first.

Lady Luck is always frowning at me nowadays.

Right after I realized my horn is out of order,
Everyone seems to be farting on my face.
I don't mean literally, of course.
I'm talking about rotten drivers/bikers,
Who enjoy swerving into my lane without warning.

How do you show the finger,
Without sounding the horn,
To get their attention first?

Damn.

Because my mechanic was busy at the moment,
I decided to go for the inspection first,
And come back later.

The horn is in working order actually.
You just need to SMASH it really hard.

Now, now,
I had a tough time finding the inspection center.
I've no idea why the place is there,
In the middle of nowhere in Kaki Bukit,
Where no one goes to.

Unless you wear a hardhat.

To cut a long story short,
I made a wrong turn in the ulu area,
And spent a massive amount of time,
Getting back to the inspection center.

At least I made it!

So the guy tried to sound the horn.
Obviously, no sound came out,
And he looked at me.

"Er, heheh, you need to press really hard."

He let it go though.
Heng ah.

I don't know why,
But he made me ride onto the testing machine.
Usually they are the ones who do it, right?
I was a little bit worried,
Cos I've no idea what I was supposed to do.

Overall result?
Passed.
(Even though the headlights failed the test)

Now, back to the bikeshop.
I realized I didn't know which way to go.

After a few wild turns,
I landed up on a deserted rocky path,
With only cement mixers,
Wild dogs and tall lallang for company.

Looks like a good place to dump a corpse.

Miraculously I found my way to the bikeshop.
Just in time too,
Before my fuel runs out.

Got my horn fixed.
Then I decided to be hiao,
And asked for a change of handle grips.

Here comes the best part.
The left balancer was so tightly screwed on,
Even 3 mechanics and an entire toolbox,
Couldn't get it to come off.

Imagine me,
Watching them hacking away with hammers at my bike.
:-/

After a long while,
They gave up,
And one of them sawed off the offending bit.
And then drill a hole in the handlebar,
To remove the rest of the balancer.

You know,
It was supposed to be,
Just a simple change of grips?

And I had to shell out extra for new balancers.

It was past closing time when they were done.
And to add to the mood of the day,
It was pouring.

Insert internet sarcasm here:
I love riding in a storm.