My bike is running well, I had the new piston fitted and bought it back home, it runs really well. Though it requires a little getting used to, having to keep the throttle open even when the clutch is in, can be a pain.I have to get around to arranging some pictures, I have so many on the computer, many I want to upload here, some I want to have printed and framed.
I decided to pick out my favourite photos and have them framed as decoration for my room, the decor is rather plain, maybe I can make it a little more interesting, at the same time as showing my meager photography skills =P.
I thought I would just make a small update, not much creativity in my mind at the moment, hence the lack of posts, I have some spare time now though, hopefully it will be put to good use.
Oh and on a side note, due to the low exchange rate I have had to put my Japanese of hiatus, I hope to have the cash to start soon...I really do not want to delay much further.
today's was simple, fuel makes bike go, lack of fuel makes bike stop.....James had borrowed the bike a few times and I have not filled it up since, my petrol ran out on me. We cleaned out all the fuel pipes and reattached the air-filter, so maybe the bike will stop cutting out randomly, I also need fuel...that tends to make motor vehicles work.
I got a new Ipod today, 40gbp 8bg new shape nano/mini Ex-display, it was display till somebody took it for me*cough*
I am charging it up now, good stuff XD.
Today I spent the morning with my elder brother, after spending time fixing Harry's computer, changing the brake pads on my father's car....He had blamed the air in the tyres for the vibrations, though it was actually caused by worn brake pads, prehaps annhilated is a better word, they were right down to the metal that holds the pad itself. That took a few hours, thankfully we had a snapon to do the nuts. I also took the bike for a quick run, it is frighteningly fast, I hit 40mph in less than two seconds, going up hill, I did not even realise, I barely had the throttle open. James's is even quicker and the garage have just removed extra gaskits that limited the power.... On a side note, I hate this U.S. spell checker, it keeps trying to steal my U's and add Z's (Zed, not Zee) to everything, it even tried to take the Y from tyres >.>.
Anyway, back on track, my bike is fantastic, I am going out soon to pick up a pair of bike boots and this evening I will be off to the cinema, I am glad to be doing things. Yesterday was sooo slow =/.
I am going to ride the bike up to my uncles tomorrow, he is going to take a look at it, the idle keeps dropping.
I also changed my mind a little on my SF4 gear, I decided against the tournament edition fightstick, I opted for two of the regular fightsticks. I will probably modify them at a later date, add the sanwa parts that the tournament edition has, amongst other things. These are a few of my latest purchases -
I will add something creative later in the week, maybe a short story or a little of my fantasy novel, who knows.
P.S. On a sadder note, my girl went back home earlier =(
I also have photos that I will be uploading, if those things interest you.
I took the final section of my bike test yesterday, I passed.
I am very excited for this game, call me a geek, I really do not care....I am a huge street fighter fan and have poured hundreds of hours into playing the games from this series. The first game I ever got into playing was Street Fighter II on the Snes. Me and my eldest brother would play when ever we were allowed, we were limited to an hour a day on the Snes, we used it wisely ^_-.
Well, now for the overboard side of things -
Ahh, my studies are going to pay dearly for these investments.......
I miss the feeling, gliding effortlessly and gracefully over the ground, making turns and spins that confuse those trying to follow the movements and ending in a precise twist of the wrist, sending that small rubber disk flying through the air and into the criss-crossed fingers of the net. Blurring stick work, blazing skating and blinding shooting...I miss the game, I miss the puck.....
....And of course, I miss body baggin' the over zealous enforcers.
"Dozens have been burned to the ground. My two nieces were going to school and now they just stay at home. Nobody dares to educate girls now."
A snippet from an article I read earlier. These people are truly wretched, to take religion, the message of hope and celestial justice, then bend and twist it to obscurity and perversion, using it as a weapon to threaten and to justify the often senseless massacre of innocent people. If god is out there, surely these men cause him great sorrow and have earned his contempt.
I watched people today, not in the stalker sense...all my subjects were clothed and merely going about their daily tedium. It made me think, do these people take comfort in their routine or are they trapped. Many, many people will go through life with an unwavering pattern, Wake up, wash, eat, work, eat, work, wash, eat, sleep. These routines are seldom broken by social activity or spontaneous adventure, where did they lose the craving for something different, something better?
People seem to put their hopes in the improbably, wishing for a better life that they never truly strive toward, buying a lottery ticket every week is not going to save you from your self inflicted misery, aspire to greatness, aspire to adventure and seize your dreams.
I refuse to chain myself down with the daily grind, my happiness comes first, I will not give up my dreams for anybody else and I will not mimic the mistakes of those around me. Life must be met head on, I never did back down from a challenge and I refuse to let life pass me by and stand on the sidelines, taking comfort in the security of a tired old 9-5 life is not for me. I would throw away all I have, to get to where I want to be, I will not miss my opportunities and I will not allow others to tear me away from them, ultimately I know I will have what I seek, I will find my happiness, even if I must endure the weight of misery, I will not let fear of the unknown stop me.
"Men talk of killing time, while time slowly kills men"
My younger brother suffers from many mental ailments, to the extent that he must be reminded to eat, bathe and do various other tasks that the average child, let alone adult, can remember to do. This evening he said this to me "It doesn't make sense when people get into such desperate states, soon they won't remember what the problems were anyway" to which my response was "Some times it is not easy to live with painful thoughts" He looked at me puzzled and went down stairs, a few moments later he came back and asked if I would allow him into the room, I replied "yes" He sat across from me in this room, shrouded in darkness with only the illumination of my laptop casting light upon the far wall, he spoke again "How does it work to remember things?" I was perplexed by the question, my reply was a reflection of my confusion "What do you mean?" He explained himself "Well, what is it like to always remember stuff, like what happens if you remember sucky things? How long do you think about them, how long can you remember them?" The question was simple enough, though it is almost like asking somebody what it is like to breathe. I answered "That all depends upon the memory, some fade within hours, put out of mind but not memory, others days...Then the really bad ones, they stay for years, some wounds never heal" He was silent for a brief period and then he stood up and said "Wow, that sucks...Anyway. I'm off to bed. See ya man" and with that he retired to his room.
It bought up memories of my friends asking me what it felt like to face death and then I was reminded of the bird I once killed. About two years ago I was walking home from a friends house at around 4AM, I came toward my parents house and sitting in the middle of the path was my cat. He was standing guard over a bird he had downed, other cats were prowling around, all at a fair distance from him.
The bird was about seven inches long and relatively small, Neko loomed over it ominously. I watched him for a while, every time the bird would make a noise, or try to get onto its feet, Neko would hammer his paw down onto it, he seemed to enjoy beating the bird. He made no attempt to claw or bite the creature, he just beat it around with his paws and occasionally tossed it up into the air, watching as it thudded onto the concrete slabs, each impact it took made the bird cry out in a feeble chirp. At this point I remembered my uncle once stepping on a bumblebee that was crawling slowly across the floor, my mother berated him and he turned to her and simply said "I am putting it out of its misery" I had watched Neko long enough, I decided to kill the bird, it would be simple, I had a kubotan on my keyring and a swift strike would kill the creature. I hit the bird on the head, it did not die, it let out a pathetic sound and twitched awkwardly, I had hoped to end its suffering, not add to it. The second strike was enough, the creature was left crushed and broken, Neko stared up at me with what seemed to be, the closest look of confusion a cat could manage, he glanced at the bird one more time and simply walked away, what use was a broken toy?
