Again, I Cheat Death

You know what, every time I rise and shine every morning and step out of my room to go to campus, I never get bored. Though I used the same route every day, but it is never get usual. Really do. And why?


BECAUSE IN EVERY SINGLE DAY, ALL THE WAY TO MY CAMPUS, THERE ARE ALWAYS PEOPLE WHO TRIES TO KILL ME.


Or, get me killed.


I don't remember how many times but certainly it was that much. Whenever people here get rushed, honked and cursed with each other on the road, these clown are actually seems like they're telling me that "Hey faggot! You'll die another day!" or "There's lots more to come, don't worry, it'll get to you soon!"


I don't know why people in here never learn how to obey traffic rules. They're always overruling traffic lights, make a sudden stop, giving no signals, and drive with hell speed of light. 


Sometimes I tried to be calm and have some patience, considering that these monkeys probably are too heavily stressed in their workplaces. But most of the times they never appreciate my patience and drove me mad.


"I wasn't born with enough middle fingers to let you know how good your driving are, you nuts!"






OOUUUTTTTRRRRRAAAAAAGGGGGEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!