じゃない、でした？is not a coherent utterance.Tuesday, April 5, 2011
at 11:21 PM;
What a
long time since I've last posted.
So now I've got my brand new road bike (cue thunderous applause), which I am too lazy to post pictures of tonight. 48km on the odometer, and it's still looking brand spanking new. =D
You know, I've always wanted a proper bike.
Since young. I used to find any reason to cycle somewhere, park my bike outside Mcdonald's on a Saturday morning, have my nice Big Breakfast (cut into cute little squares, egg on top of patty, or it'll fall off, be careful!), and cycle back just in time for the 10am Digimon/Cardcaptor Sakura. Which, despite featuring an 11 year old girl prancing around in costumes smacking sentient cards with a pink stick, is still my favorite anime. Must be the nostalgia. (Maybe the fact that my first crush happened to be Sakura contributed as well. Hehe.)
In case you were living under a rock (or possibly Under One Roof hehehe see what I did there with the non-lame, non-joke) then, I was referring to Cardcaptor Sakura with the 11 year old girl. Not Digimon. Though in retrospect, the whole hand action-shaking-the-Digivice-shakerthingamajig-so-intensely back then must've proved quite funny for the older teenagers going through their hormone-charged puberty, watching small kids like me furiously swinging the stupid plastic toy.
Oh, yeah. Back to bikes. =D
Anyway, since I've moved to this house, public transport has been a real pain. My house is 1o minute's walk from any public transport, and at least 15 minutes from any MRT station. Plus, there is NO food ANYWHERE. Not within 1-2km, minimum, and even further for any decent food. Which, obviously, has put quite the dent in my Saturday morning breakfast routine (if you could call it as such, since I haven't followed it for years after the move).
Enter the road bike.
A 'normal bike', or rather the type of bike I've been used to (hell, the type everyone's used to) since I was a really small kid cycling down the stairs on my trainer wheels with hands off the handlebars (it's true, I swear), is pretty damned heavy, and definitely way too heavy for me to carry with one hand. (which kinda sucks once you reach the bottom of the stairs and want another go, but that's another story). The gear ratio also sucks. Which ultimately means, good speed and ease of use on such a bike is more rare than a good analogy from me.
So, I'm cycling along on this road bike thingy, and I'm hitting 30kmh, no problem. Want to go faster? Don't pedal faster. Just a click on the gearshift and hey, you're doing 35-40! Isn't that awesome? Plus, you get to wear a helmet, just like in the army!
...except this helmet actually does what it's supposed to, unlike the stupid oh-I-may-only-survive-a-headshot-if-the-bullet-comes-in-at-some-extremely-oblique-angle-and-is-not-directly-aimed-at-my-head-but-only-20%-of-the-time 'Helmet, Kevlar' (I swear, the people who name this must be dyslexic or something).
Okay, scratch that. Is supposed to do what it's supposed to. Which is better than simply not being able to do what it's supposed to do outright. But hey, it's all semantics.
Did you know, the gearshift on a bike is called a derailleur? Like, de-rail-er? Like, how I managed to derail this train of thought maybe twice per paratroopergraph?
I don't know. Bananas.
Oh, my new Body Shop watermelon soap smells nice.
Yay, I'm sleepy.
the rest is silence;
What a long time since I've last posted.