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Monday, October 27, 2008 @ 3:57 AM


i just saw a bike accident along PIE while i was on my way home.

the girl died. on the spot. her body was there... motionless..

the guy sat at the side, looking lost, staring into space..

omg.

my mum always tell me this, "never ride a bike" she have her reasons when she didnt allow my bro to learn how to ride a bike. she was so so insistent abt her decision and totally told my bro, "you can learn to ride a bike the day i get learn how to ride it to" which is never ever gg to come to pass. no matter how hard my bro tell her its much cheaper then getting a car and all. she did not give in at all.

hmm.. now i am wondering, maybe next time i should really stop riding bike. like seriously stop riding no matter how expensive the cab fare for midnight charge may be. just pay that twenty bucks is better then getting myself into heaven earlier then expected.

(the post above have no insults to henry's bike ride for me home. i really appreciate his effort whenever he send me home. thanks bro!)

now i need to tell myself,

"FORGET THE IMAGE OF THE ACCIDENT!"

it doesnt work that well since i have pictoral memory.
thats the reason why i dont view the body of any dead person. cos i promise you, i will remember that person and their white motionless face for life.