woah...
it happened yesterday, it was painful.

the story goes like this... my friend and i were out biking and we decided to race and pretend to be part of Tour de France. we went really really really fast going downhill... i lost control of the pedals and i was losing my balance... at that, i hit the front breaks, flew off the bike and slid on the road. i thought i was alright until some dudes came to help me up. One of them yelled that i was bleeding. I couldn't see straight and my vision got blurry. My friend rushed to me but I couldn't see him. People kept saying all sorts of stuff that it was hard for me to understand what they were saying. Luckily, a jeepney came and I was carried to it.

My friend and I were brought with our bikes home and we picked up my brother and our maid, but before we got to my house, I looked at my blood covered elbow and then my bloody waist. Strange thing was that my shirt wasn't ruined at all. It just got a couple of blood stains.

We went off to the clinic but it was a really rough ride. Pain surged into my body... a lot of it. I began to cry and I decided to close my eyes. I heard my brother calling my dad up to come see us. My dad was at a meeting that time but he rushed to the clinic and got there before we did. When the jeepney finally stopped, was relieved, but I could still feel the pain. Then the nurses came and helped me in. I got into an X-ray room and found that I didn't break anything...

Now I'm a bit OK. it's just that it's hard for me to get up and stuff. Today, I just watched Queen of the Damned again just cuz I love that movie. Then Aladdin... hehehe.
So there. that's my story. heh.