of tyre and heart

i don't really enjoy talking bout my daily adventures. i prefer to talk bout emotions more than anything else. but there is this thing which i relate very closely to my feeling at that time of the event. i dunno why. here goes..

i went to putrajaya for my weekly dose of the addictive roti boy on saturday evening. the addiction wasn't the main reason i went out. i needed some space. i needed a breather. i waited the whole weekend but nobody ever onlined. so off i went to putrajaya, to lighten up myself a bit. i had my roti boy. and it was just right to lift me up a bit. i almost forgot bout everything (i even forgot bout my lab report) coz i was so damn high (doing 110km/h when i was on my way back) but someone i wasn't really confident in the bike, something was wrong. very wrong. it's the first time i ever felt insecure on a bike.

anyway, i came back in a piece, nothing bad really happened. the bad stuff happened only when i wanted to go out again at night. the rear tyre was, and still is, punctured. yeps, which means i won't be going out anytime soon. at that moment, when i found out the tyre was puncture, i suddenly felt emotions running high. i felt as though my heart was punctured as well (no, i'm not emotionally attached to the bike). but it's more to what happened that day reflected what i was trying to hide... what i was trying not to notice.

punctured tyre, punctured heart, emotions leaking out. perfect combination for the night. i felt that if things are meant to be like that, i can't stop it from happening. i can't stop air leaking out from the tyre can i? i felt that i had to give up on something when the time comes. i felt very strongly that i should let go these emotions (let go as in forget about it, not burst it out). i tried to, and it's hard. it's not easy to forget as air leaks out. it takes a lot of effort. put that aside, and things will be fine. 'bottle up old love and throw it to the sea,' someone once 'sang' it to me. easier said than done i'd say.

anyway, that's the relationship between a punctured tyre and a broken heart of mine. i haven't conclude bout my decision yet... coz i don't really know what to do. different time zones, different priorities, different everything. here's one for myself, and of course, the punctured tyre.