... On the Punctured Tyre[s]

Speaking about getting lucky, there's one that happened before I turned 21. KK and I were paying the house electricity bills at PJ New Town the other day. We missed the junction to PKNS building so we thought we'd pay the electricity bills before sending the sick baby for repair on the same day as well.

We finished paying the bills at the drive-thru counter and were planning to find our way to the Nikon head office when suddenly we felt the bike not really driving well. KK turned around and check on the back tire. Lo and behold...

Okay. I admit. I gained some weights over the last two months. What's with the sprained ankle and the cakes and the exams coming up [Note: 1st paper on the 5th of May!]. Good excuses not to do exercise no? And yea, I'm way too obese to ride on a bike.

KK paid 25 for the tyre, of which 20 bucks what he borrowed before I walked over to the Nikon office. I think, I haven't got that money back... Hmmm, but I guess I shan't ask... Let's just say I paid for the tyre then. After all I was the one sitting at the back. Shame on me!

It was one day later on the eve of my birthday when I learnt CH's bike also suffered the same mishaps. And CH said: Damnit, everytime KK's bike hit some problem, it'll be my turn right after. *snigger* Not sure how true is that, his bike, he knows better.

On a side note, I thought puncture sounds similar in the Malay language as well. Pancit. No?