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Thursday, December 08, 2005

Workshop

I hate workshops. they are greasy, dusty and dirty. what's worst? the part where u have to do ur own maintaince. fucking sucks. i got there almost an hour late. why? cause somebody told me it was industrial park C, when it was actually industrial park E. fucking hell. and i repeatedly asked whether it was industrial park e. let me give u an example," hey i cannot find C leh..." fucker," ur at where now?" me," i'm at INDUSTRIAL PARK E." fucker," which one?" me," E, E FOR ELEPHANT. GOT WHICH ONE MEH?" fucker," yeah, look for C One then correct."

at this point i think he meant E1... but...

finally after an hour i reached the workshop where i promptly began servicing my car, changing the engine oil, the transmission fluid, the air fliter and lastly, the mother fucking bloody damming timing belt. somebody dropped the screw and we spent the next 1 hour looking for the god damned screw. screw the screw just get me a new one for crying out loud.

i finally screwed in the screw, it was in some god forsaken crevice in the engine compartment. the engine compartment... i'm amazed with mechanics. they have holes there so small, even an unerected penis would have trouble entering... my goodness. plus it's so dark there, choosing a hole to stick it into is even worst. u choose a nice place to dig and then wala, u get pricked by a sharp object, never mind, u choose another hole and u enter, so far so good. UNTIL u touch something that is damn bloody fucking hot. like WHO'SURDADDY hot. when i was repairing it i felt as if i was playing russian roulette.

but it was good. my car feels faster, it feels smoother and it seems less petrol guzzling now... but i tink it's psychological. another thing i hate about repairing cars... u get to know what ELSE is broken.. like fucking hell...

as of now, i need to change the pulley system that controls the air con and who knows what else... apparently each wheel has this cover on the inside of the car that contains grease... right now one of them is broken and i have to change it. it does not seem like a simple job... i need to rotate my tires, ie, change the front tires to the rear and the rear tires to the front. this is due to the simple fact that 1, the front tires are worn out while the rear tires are almost brand new. 2, i do not have money to just change to a brand new set. and apparently yokohoma tires are lousy... no one has anything good to say about my car...

at least the servicing was cheap granted that it was done by urs truely.

let me tell u a joke, a real life one. KK is a jc teacher of mine, he was a bastard and we all hope he dies. anyways, VIC," i heard he's (KK) in japan now." me, " hope he goes ard screwing jap girls and gets aids." VIC," yah yah! that bastard, say i got parkinson's disease... I HOPE HE GET AIDS, THE ONE THAT CANNOT CURE ONE!"

there was an akward silence in the car after she said that... and somebody went, "AIDS IS NOT CURABLE RIGHT...?" (dripping with sacarism.)

VIC, very sheepishly," yah... i meant i hope he doesnt get cured."

after a while, " nono, i mean i hope he gets aids and that aids is not curable."

"by the time he gets it till he dies at least."

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