Monday was a bitch.

Okay picture this.

After a had days work, with hunger you ride your bike, only to be stranded in a 2 hours of jam and finally you cleared the customs, you find out that you have a flat tire. Flat fucking tire. That was happening to me yesterday. So I had to push my bike, for at least five fucking kilometres until I passed Malaysian Customs in m Gelang Patah. I pushed my bike across the sea, on the Second Link bridge. After the toll, there was a Chinese dude helping me to change the tube (with a fee of course.) Then around 10, I can finally ride my bike. I wanted to buy sport rims for it, but when I gave it a second thought, I was reluctant. Why? Because most of the time, the flat tire happens while