You know, I fell down the stairs with Christmas, so not such a happy holidays after all. But you know what, it’s alright, I am still alive, and hence it was better than being hit by a car, since nothing is broken.

Yeah, you’re right, I’ve also experienced being hit by a car, as I was cycling. It wasn’t a pleasure experience, and I still don’t understand how that person wasn’t able to see me at all. The lady driving I mean. It’s funny, because even though it hurt I can laugh about it right now, simply because the old lady who was driving the car that hit me was my grandmother.

I guess I have to take it from my family, yet I really dispise my mum’s side of the family, and I would never like understand why people have to gossip about other family members behind their backs. I wonder if it’s because they don’t talk to each other at all anymore, or because they’re just curious, ohh well.

Falling from the stairs isn’t really recommended by the way. I dropped at least 10 stairs hitting my but and back really bad, but at least nothing is broken, that’s how I think from it, yet now I’m not really allowed to cycle 45 kilometers from mum, which is what I wanted to do. I have to take the train and bus instead, sadly…