"OUCH!!!"

As if weeks of bombardment from the "karaoke fest" happening at the Chinese temple below my apartment was not painful enough, me and The Girlfriend landed on the dirt with a thump this morning, thanks to a misjudged motorcycle turning maneuver en route to school.

Thank God though, all we took was a bit of flesh wound here and there, mostly on the arm and hand. The funny thing was i took the brunt on the left hand (me being a lefty) while she was hurt on her right. And the bike? Mr Blue (aka my Yamaha Sports 100) is spending a night at the nearby workshop, suffering from a twisted neck...er, fork.

So, as i am typing this post with my battered fingers, i can't stop to wonder why it always happen that your senses will tell you that something bad is going to happen a fraction of a second before it really happened?

Oh well, looks like the singing below just stopped. Hopefully they had enough fun and this is the last night.

no-fark!