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just came back from a gay outing; after the adrenalin faded, i realized that my butt really hurts. it was physically exhausting; lots of humping and groaning, with some money and tian yan mi yu thrown in. luckily, it also involved two bicycles and a very long road.

today was the first time in like 8 years since i rode a real bike. i say that because my excuse of a bike has been totally rusted in (it bled brown the last time i was caught in the rain) and the brakes are hardly working. when i depress it fully, i still can go 90% of top speed, where the two words "top speed" are really a joke in itself.

i was initially planning to use my own bike to cycle, but after nearly getting into 2 accidents, i decided that i should rent one instead, which is really quite pathetic. at least i get to stay alive. and behold, my sense of wonderment. zomg; i can change gears! the bike stops by braking instead of me using my feet! and why is this seat so comfy!

and so i realize why A loves cycling so much; zooming along empty roads with the beautiful scenery. its really wonderful and i plan to get a better bike soon.

more bad memories with my lousy bike: on the way back on my clunky bike i suddenly got cramps and had to limp off and squat by the roadside and pretend not to see all the ppl gawking at me,thinking why is this bugger so interested in my dog's poo?


The never ending road


Gay shit