had this story for a while now. Actually, It is not the perfect time for me to sit down like this on my laptop because I still have comprehensive exams tomorrow. Nevertheless, I couldn’t contain it any longer. If you know me well, you would know that I don’t exactly know how to cross the street. I know it’s kind of hard to believe knowing that I don’t have a private transportation, and of course crossing the streets is inevitable, I should have learned it by now. BUT it’s true. I don’t exactly know how. AS A MATTER OF FACT, whenever I cross the street, even though it’s the same streets everyday, I can always imagine myself being hit by a car. I don’t know if I’m just too bored or too happy with my life that whenever I cross the street I imagine myself dying from it. I would always always always see myself, like how you would see it in the movies. I thought to myself, if I’m going to die because I’m not smart enough to properly cross the street better have it in style right? so ...