Expekted, Unavoided

I've always been imagining my death in road accident. And every time I'm riding on the road, I keep thinking something bad would happen should I be less kareful, or should my death greet me.

We'd planned to go to Aiman's place, to study for our exam. So I went to Ayopan's place first, and from there, I kontinued going to Binjai with him. And halfway to there, he was already far ahead of me. That didn't matter, of kourse. I had my tinted eyeshield down way from the beginning. It limited my sight, but I was arrogant; "I kan see good enough, even from inside this eyeshield." And I kept my speed konstant, trying to katch Ayopan ahead. And there was an expo just beside the road and there were men monitoring the traffik with their flash light stick. I was startled at first as I thought they were police doing a roadblock. Realising they were men from the expo, I kept my speed, in the same time looking out karefully not to hit the kones they put in the middle of the road. And the next thing I knew, I was already on my side, falling hard on the road. I knew I'd hit someone. I got up quickly and people already gathered around me, asking if I was alright and helping with my motorcykle. I was lucky to have them, really. The ones in charge to keep the traffik. They gave me medicine and got me a plastik chair and tissue. One of them also tried to fix the little damage on the motorcykle, but I was lucky it still kould start and move. And after few friendly questions from them and other onlookers, I made my way home, with my eyeshield wide open. I only got my left ankle wounded, with the middle toe kracked, I think. And some skratches on my hands and that was all. Really, I don't kare what happened on me; I only feel sorry for my old engine. Ugh.

And Mom has made it klear to me that I should not ride at night again, not until I've done the exam. Lucky Emperor was quite easy with this.

Serpent's Superstition

They've always told me the superstition not to whistle in the house to avoid from getting snake inside, as I always whistle. But of kourse, I never wanted to believe that. But yesterday afternoon, all of a sudden, our eldest sister skreamed in her room. We rushed to see what had happened, and she showed us a snake, hanging from a hook where they hang their accessories, just beside the glued-to-the-wall square mirrors. Well, I was the last person to see it, due to my poor sight. We tried everything we kould think of (aktually, we didn't really do anything at all), and we decided to get our neighbour's son. Damn. That just made me feel helpless. And sissy. He's not much older than me, but he simply picked the little snake's head and put it in the plastik bag.

I later brought the bag to the big drain and let it free.

And no, all this got nothing to do with me whistling all the time.

Religion of Bomb

Finally. I kan access to this site again, after getting blocked at the kontent warning sektion for about a month, I guess. Well, I'm now getting through the exam. The murderer. Ah, not really, though. I've decided not to be a viktim. It doesn't determine my life. I'll just get through this and keep on living my life the way I want it to be. Easy. On the ground.

Personifikation of Mind

If my mind were to be personified, it'd be a figure lying helplessly on the ground, sick and weak.