beskal, oh beskal...

Just about a month ago, I went and bought myself a bicycle. It's a pretty cool bike. Of course, it'd better be- I paid a lotta coin for it. But as new bikes go, it's got a few kinks here and there. The first one being the chain. Long story short, it snapped a coupla hours after I went on the road. Luckily there was a bicycle shop a few minutes away from where I was.

Fast forward a few weeks on my third ride, I met with a bit of an accident. Which was on the day before puasa. And this happend:



It didnt really hurt. But what really pisses me off is how I got into that accident in the first place. You know how there are gratings for drainage holes in the asphalt? Well, as I was merrily cycling along at top speed, my bike tyres went in parallel with the grating bars and overhead the handlebars I flew, landing heavily on my elbow,right wrist and knee. It was awesome! Shamefully, the words that came outta my mouth was 'Omakkau!!!' (translation: YOUR MOTHER!!!)

And so, with a busted elbow and a sore wrist, I start my Ramadhan month...