This day, on the afternoon, I fall from my motorcycle, in front of 20 senior high school. I f all because i brake too hard in high speed velocity. I almost hit public transport car that cross in front of me. My motorcycle and me, fall and stop right beside the public transport car. I was very shocking, and scream loud, cuz my foot collide with the road, and i just wear sandals. Its hurt.

Right after my fall, 2 polices, students and people around there run to me and bring me to the high school to treat my wound. I got wound on the tip of my foot fingers, the guard of the high school treat my wound with alcohol. Woooow, i scream. The public transport driver, buy me bandage, and the polices record me and the driver on the paper.

This is the chronology. I suddenly runt my motorcycle fast because i saw the public transport car that would cross in front of me, run slowly, so i lost my patient to wait it cross first. I assumed that I will be the first who cross the cross road. But the fact said the other, the car suddenly run fast, when i almost cross the cross section of the road. So i brake very hard to avoid collision with it. And the road is little sandy. So i fall on it. Almost fall to car’s bottom.

This incident really gives me lessons. First, we should control our emotion, when we run our motorcycle, especially when we run it with high speed. Be patient to wait, and make sure the road is safe. Even when you late to go to your job or your important event. Because life’s worth is meaningful, can’t be replaced by anything.

Second, be positive. Always think positively when you drive motorcycle, and focus to the road.

Third, always use complete motorcycle costume. A licensed helmet, jacket, long pants, gloves and shoes. I wore the 4 of them, it really protect my skin in my fall. But i forgot to wear shoes. The thing that my father always said to me.

When that incident happened, my wife text me, ask how’s there ? i want to said about my condition. But I don’t have any pulse in my cellphone. And I didn’t want she know about that. hehehe. So I tell her in my blog here

it was too bad that i drowned very deep in my own lake of disappointment.
two weeks ago, my research supervisor (RS) told me something shocking: i better drive my research to another way.
i did not cry a lot after that, since i knew that his idea was the best choice to take.

but i took some time to get it all. i ran: leaving research methodology book that i must read since my
RS is the writer and putting aside Pinter’s, Cameron’s, and Paul’s book.
then i went out to Jakarta for family business. then i got flu. then i still escaped from the reality.

the laziness gave in last week. i tried to come with a new topic research: thematic instruction.
brand new idea. innovation. something that my RS and I (finally) expected.
i went to the school in which implemented the system. they refused. they’ll be busy this term, so
they cannot welcome collegians to do research.
thank u, i said, resentfully (i spoke to myself, of course).
how pathetic to see fear of an arrogant institution whose system potentially being adopted.
yeah. up tu yu, i said slowly to them.
i hate this since they did not even invite me to discuss about my research.
furthermore, i felt there was no correlation between the reason for refusing me and my research plan.
gotcha! arrogance never generates genuine success- just see.

i strolled slowly- glancing at one etalase to another, as if in a mall- to seek for any kind of new topic for my research.
then i got happy since i found these two words: hortatory exposition and critical thinking.
subject of the research: my own students at my PLP place.

wish i cud be more lucky this time by finding right issue ^_^

nb: i started to read the research methodology again, yippie….

my hair is smelty. thats what my parents said. the only person who said its fragnant, is my wife.

i wash my hair, twice a month. i do that because… sticky spiky hair give additional strength for work. especially in mechanical engineering project. too many lubricant and debris that visit my hair.  so it will be bad if i always reject it. kungfu boy comics said, we need to join our life with nature. my nature are lubricant, pipecutting , grinding rocks.

i hope, someday i can appear in guinness book of record as a sticky hair man that can move a car with a hair.  I will stick my hair to a button that automatically drive a robotic truck.

hahay is some dialec in indonesian traditional language, that describe lot of laugh. believe me. some people here, use that words to express their laugh.

If you want to spike your hair naturally. Don’t wash your hair too often. Just use water and air. Your hair will be lighter than before.