Going for a Ride

Who says I'm not a daredevil? It's no wonder why my Math 3C professor said that young people statistically have a greater probability of dying every day than other people. We, young people, think that we can live forever. Yesterday evening, I was sitting on one of those carriages at the Semarang city center and went on a lengthy ride. When I say carriage, you might imagine a pretty horse straight for the pages of a fairytale and romantic flowers decorated all around. Well, it was sort of like that, but without a horse or flowers, with a little more of scrappy metal, dirty seats, and a brave Indonesian man just bicycling away in the midst of merciless traffic. I really felt like a poor whale sperm swimming in an ocean of sharks, trying to find my way home.

This is me throughout the entire ride:
"Whoa, whoa, whoa.."
30 seconds later,
"Whoaz!" *pant pant*
5 seconds later,
"Dear God Almighty, Lord in Heaven, Everlasting Father,..."
7 seconds later,
"AMEN! AMEN! AMEN!!!"

And I thought L.A. traffic was bad. And even worse, I thought Chinese traffic was the worse.