Mandi Bunga

Before you get all holier-than-thou with me, I know.

There's a reason. Hear me out.

When I got out of the shower this morning, I tripped and sprained my ankle. Again.

The metal plate felt more loose than usual because of the fall. Went to a GP, got myself more painkillers.(woohoo!) The only silver lining perhaps. As for the metal plate, let's just say I can play it like a glockenspiel now.

There's more. This pathetic story does not end yet.

I was asked by a friend to send him to the airport, he's getting married.

Just as we were about ready, I noticed that I have lost my wallet.

There's no money in there, student mana ada duit. Only my IC, Uni ID, driving license, ATM card and most importantly, gambar awek(spot the bluff).

After I've sent my friend to the airport (driving without a license; law abiding citizen I am.), hopped on my bike and tried to retrace my steps.

Melbourne's winter at 3am; 4° Celcius, foggy (Jack the Ripper is going to love this), 10m visibility, and wet.

Riding a bike in this kind of weather should be made illegal.

Trying to find a lost wallet only leaves you wet and grumpy. Things can get ugly very fast. Or uglier.

It never rains.

Kena mandi bunga bawah jambatan ni.