morning rides with dad to school, though saved me time and transportation moos, has its setbacks too. dad sometimes get too carried away riding until he overlooked the fact that d road isnt his or that he is not on the racing tracks. bt dad being my dad (go figure),would breeze thru the heavy traffic like a skilled rider and fortunately until today, remained unharmed. dad has no notion that his pillion daughter is grabbing on oh-dear-life and situation worsens when the daughter was reminded of advertisements about road accidents. so dad, i noe you myt not be reading this. bt i hope we have dis strong daughter-father relationship and some telepathy between us that could enable you to read my thoughts and feelings.
Dear dad, please ride carefully. your daughter has yet to repent and reserve herself a place in heaven. She still wants to be among the living though she don't have a choice if God has different plans for her.
And Dad, dont be offended. I enjoy d rides, yes I do but don't you know speeding kills. heeee.

This very moment, i am near to blind; blurred vision or whatever that accompanies poor eyesight. Helpless without glasses which I carelessly left lying at d comfy bed of Aloha Loyang. And now I felt like Piggy in 'Lord of the Flies'. Really I do.