Flat, Punctured

It was 6pm.. time to head for the gym...

went down to the car park, only to find my tyre flattened, with a hissing sound when I put my head just beside the tyre.

What to do?

C: Hello D, tell you sth.. my tyre punctured

D: ahz? what you going to do? make a call? NRMA? Honda?

C: I think I will fixed it up myself.. (proceeds to open the boot and brings the spare tyre and the tools out)

C: how come will burst?

D: stop thinking of why? think of what to do..

C: (getting agitated).. I'll call you back

ring ring

D: why dont you call Honda and ask them about it.

C: ok.. what's the number

D: 1800....... is toll-free

C: all rightz.. call you back later..

rang up Honda, and they send NRMA down to fix up my tyre..5 minutes job.

jack up, screw out, tyre down.

install spare tyre, screw in, jack down. "there you go"...

in the end, din have to pay a cent, just 40 mins of my time. and I miss gym..

went to Star City and got ang pow from God of Fortune..

believe it or not, i had a dream last night. In it, my car crash quite badly...maybe what happened was a blessing in disguise

thanks D for being with me and travelling up North to meet me. What a experience. Still have to send my Hondaz to get a new tyre.