With a hurting leg, went to campus to attend classes. While on the way to class, i went to check out my bike which i left on campus last week. And~~ FML, my bike is no longer there. The first feeling that i had is, denial. I deny that my bike is not missing, keep searching on it, walk around a few times at the same place to looked for my bike. After rounds of searching, Yea, it's missing. I nearly cry at that moment. Luckily Des dear is with me that time. Thank you dear. Called my mum straight after that and surprisingly, my parent din't scold me for my carelessness at all! Their cares and worries make me feel much more calming and touched. Mum and Dad, both of you are really great parents! I love you!
I am really sad that my bike is no longer with me. I love it so much. And it leave me without giving me any signal. That was my very first personal bike. A present from my parent when i start my tertiary study here. T.T Heng!!I curse the one who took my bike, fall down whenever he or she ride bicycle. However, this incident actually brings me some joy too. My mum, dad and two bad brothers take turns to called me and laugh at me. I can sense their cares. Thank you mummy, daddy and gor gor. I sense it! seriously ! Love you all! I am okay already. Don't worry about me ya. good night!
The only photo of my bike~i miss you!