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Monday, April 02, 2007

you moron...

tis morning... as i happily woke up n walked towards the bike shed to retrieve my trusty bike for a cycle to the farawayland of HM (the other end of the campus, reportedly approx. 1.5km away), GUESS WAT HAPPENED?

liew...

as i bent over my xiaolan(bike), hands poised to turn my lock combi to unlock my bike, i tot my bike lock seemed abit funny... abit, how to say... deformed... but cos i didnt have prior experience i tot nothing was wrong..

(actually wat was wrong was my bike lock looked like this, instead of the usual "springy" kind...
u noe how springs are supposed to look like rite? )

something like this, rite?

definitely NOT LIKE THIS:

so i proceded to turn my bike lock combi to unlock it... with me so far? uhuh... then as i turned... i realised my lock was JAMMED. not jam as the straw/rasp berry kind of jam, the stuck kind of JAM.

i refused to believe it was spoilt at 1st, in denial... (there is some psych theory that can explain this thingy, but its a topic for some other day...), so i turned the code.
then, IT BROKE.
hence, it looked like this:


SOME MORON PUSHED MY BIKE ALL THE WAY IN FRONT SO HE/SHE/IT CAN PARK BEHIND ME LA! N WITHOUT REGARDS FOR MY POOR LOCK, YANKED MY LOCK OUT OF SHAPE THEN IT BROKE... THANKS ALOT HUNS.

R.I.P
lock number 5968...
in loving memory and sorely missed


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