Masked rider chia sai & his 3 kong-out bikes

I have 6 amplifiers and 3 were in the workshop, the other 3 dont perform well and were spewing noise.

I have 3 motorcycles, 1 is perpetually in the workshop, 1 is almost breaking down and the final I still do not have the balls to ride.

I have something like 25 active matters, and I think they don’t bring in enough money.

chia sai after pleading guilty for his involvement in being one of the vital elements in the DEADLY DRAGON CRAZY 18 BLOW was too embarrassed too show his face in public. he was fined 1.6 tael gold. as if that wasn't enough, he illegally screen some X-rated political film publicky, got caught red-handed and fined again another 2.5 tael of gold.

as everyone should know chia sai was a super kiam-kana or a miserably stingy scrooge. so much gold taels lost really began to take its toll on him. lamui after leaving the greenhat swordsman, her rich hubby wasn't in anyway to help chia sai financially. it wasn't that she got no gold taels. it was more like it was now the GREAT PEESAILAND SALE. she needed to to grab all the cheapo sales stuff like children's pants which she cleverly adorned as "hotpants". her favorite was the spaghetti strapped shirt. it was super cheap cos the materials used was minimal. during such GREAT SALE, those revealing attire was a giveaway price.

more importantly, it was the MAC that she was dying to possess. not big mac. the poor girl didn't have such an appetite nor wide enough opened mouth. maybe that was why she loved IKEA hotdog which she found more palatable. it was an expensive laptop where she could fully utilise her FLIRT&DESTROY skill in msn, FB, blogging and all those avenues where she could attract the most attention.

chia sai went into deeper depression. he decided to have a make-over. after watching the japanese sci-fic THE MASKED RIDER, he decided he would be one too and decided to call himself henceforth MASKED MOTORCHIA.

his relationship with lamui was souring gradually. no money; no love. it was a common thing whether lovers or couples. NO MONEY means NO TALK. and no talk mean no more free rides in lamui's powderful black sexmobile.

like his usual pea-fried brain, chia was soon engrossed in bikes. he bought 3 junkies bike. initially the bikes turned out rideable. soon just like his half-past-six skill, each began to show their flaws.

our poor MASKED MOTORCHIA was deflated again. he wanted to yell to peesailand about his anguish, his injustice and his puff-up fury.

"I have 6 amplifiers and 3 were in the workshop, the other 3 dont perform well and were spewing noise."

but all his other fa baos (magical weapons) broke down in unison. only a whimper was barely audible....and so sobbing and whinning was all chia sai could now left with.

poor chap! if only he understood the meaning of humility, mindfulness, respects for others and a true sense of self-service, maybe all the jinxes would not infest him.

would he learn? i m afraid it would have to take a bigger debilitating blow before he would be enlightened. how could he learn when all around him were surrounded by those who were the same mentality and continuously fornicating his pride and giving him such false sense of accomplishment which was more like emptiness to the peasants rather than form.