the-much-awaited-(but-probably-not-really) story

okay guys. I'm just gonna blog about my story since I have nothing else to do (and I'm waiting for a phone call anyways.) 

So. This is the story of    THE BICYCLE STORY.

Some past wednesday. I can't remember. 7.15 pm. 

It was after my guitar class I think that I decided to go cycling at this time. I hadn't taken my bicycle for a spin for some time so I'd thought I'd just go that day. After struggling to operate the bicycle pump, my bicycle was ready for action. I had already planned where I wanted to go, which was this place near Pantai where you could sort of see the sunset and I thought it'd be cool to go there. The sky nowadays was also very nice.

So, I started on my journey. For those of you who know where I live, my neighbourhood is basically uphill + downhill. Unfortunately I had to climb to mama big hills to get to the top where I can go the main-er back road of Telawi to get to Pantai. 

So there I was. Just cruising down without my helmet and handphone looking cool. The wind in my hair. Car exhaust in my nostrils. It was the (cycling) life. After cycling for a while I turned into a turning which i thought was my destination. After travelling for a while, I was thinking: "EH?" Turns I took the wrong turning so I did a failed attempt 180 drift turn and made my way back. While waiting for cars to go by, I noticed this brown thing on my wheel. I thought it was mud, so I tried wiping it away WITH MY HANDS. Turns out..

well, I think it's getting a bit long so I'll leave the suspense there :)

TO BE CONTINUED