Strange isnt it, when you're talkin' to a good friend how even half an hour juss seems to fly past you. I was juss talkin' to a guy who i have regarded as my best friend for probably the past 10 years or so now, and it juss seems like half an hour went by (which was the time allocated on the phone card i was using) in a flash. Granted with all the sarcasm and dissin' that we both do, we'd probably need like three hours but thass pushin' it. Dang, still aint ironed my clothes for tomorrow's Eid prayer yet and it's exactly 1 in the nite... gotta go people... (incidentally, I'm gonna be wearing a white Shalwaar Kameez if you were wondering)
Shabba dont rank
So one thing I havent mentioned on here (primarily as before this latest stint, I have blogged only twice in the 5 and a bit years I have taken it up)is my interest/love/hate of motorbikes. I say hate (strong word) but its not necessarily that... It is just a case of not having sympathy when the things go wrong (and boy some have had their share... not naming names Honda CBF125...oops). So yes when I realised I was spending a month and a bit's salary a year on train tickets where the trains were horrendously bad in service (not naming any names First Great Western now known as Great Western Railway... (As a wise man known as Britney Spears once said... Ooops I did it again :) ) Brackets within brackets... how novel) I thought there has to be a better way. So one day as I was browsing through the buy/sell ads on the work intranet (read : was wasting time), in a shining light from above kinda moment, I saw an advert for a scooter with fuel consumption of 130mpg. In my little head (
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