It was a glorious moment. There it was standing there beckoning me to release it from its shackles. Sigh, will Raleigh never understand that the chain has to be there to protect it from the evil thieves that exists within this cruel world? Many times have I mentioned the tales of another bikes which shall not be mentioned which got stolen. Even their chains have failed to keep them safe.

Wonders of all wonders, I still know how to ride my bike. It is really true that some skills are never forgotten. I have devised a new cycling method to get up Moo Moo Meadows without having to change to gears 1-1 and crawling uphill while the strolling aunties and uncles overtake me. And it worked. Well admittedly, I almost lost balance and killed myself a few times, but it is all worth it in the name of speed. Curse you Moo Moo Meadows. If only you knew the trouble you bring me and Raleigh whenever we scale you. Tricking innocent little cyclists into riding down with no effort at all, only to laugh at them on their return trips. Oh yea, it is also not a good idea to ride through a pasar malam. Apparently, these so called night markets are open in the afternoon too.

In the lift, a little boy and his mother squeezed into whatever little space there is left after I manage to fit Raleigh in. The boy processed to ask me: "You primary what?" Poor boy, I almost hate to tell you that it does not end at Primary school. One day you shall be a day away from your PW presentation, and all you could do is to think back about your carefree days where you could squeeze into lifts all day. Sigh...