Alright, it could possibly just some thins you don't care, or just some things you really need to waste your time.
Whichever it is, I'll just type it down in here.
It'll be something like a month's diary or something, I'm still just gonna type it.

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September 1, 2009
The beginning of the second week fasting. 'Til the end of the week, nothing seems to happen.

September 5, 2009
I was just started to enjoy the Ramadhan, but a sudden news shatters it all. My uncle got sick because of some problems on his lungs. He went to the hospital right away.

September 7, 2009
My father went off to Surabaya to see my uncle, since my relations there said that he didn't got any better. He went off on the morning. At tomorrow morning, he sent me a message to keep praying for my uncle.

September 9, 2009
Last night I got hard to sleep, usually just because a little insomnia, but this one's kind of different. I feel something, but not sure what it is. Then, when I was just wanted to start the day so brightly, since it's all 09.09.09, it's the 'World Wide Moment', my mother worked out quickly to prepare everything to start our fasting day, but it wasn't like we're late, I see her like she's rushing. And then she said what I feared most. "On 1.00AM, your uncle passed away..." Those words struck down and pulled down almost all of my spirits.

I wanted to feel sad, but I can't. I feel like I've lost him, I wanted to cry, but I can't. I can only shut my voice. I can only keep silent. And it was the last week of the first college classes, after that, the Ramadhan holiday starts. I've been waiting and looking forward to meet him, but it turns out that last year was the last time I met him. He's a great person, I must say. Whenever I tried to make family gatherings to be more lively, I usually failed to make it happen. But he knows how to help people out with their own failure, so we can still keep on believe that our failure is our step to our brilliance. He never failed to make us all laugh, to make us all happy and all lively. And now, I don't know what to do when we gather around tomorrow there. It just seem to be different.

September 10, 2009
I guess the truth I couldn't get sad about my uncle is come back at me. My insomnia came pretty terribly. I can't sleep last night, and only managed to get a one hour rest. But then, I still continue fasting, even though I couldn't stand open after the fasting breakfast. When I awake, I feel that I'm pretty sick until I feel that I couldn't move an inch. I take my cellphone, and sent a message to my friend that I didn't come to class today since I'm pretty sick. A little self-learned checkup was done, and I just got a flu. I'm very relieved, but still can't do anything since I was really sick, so I have to stay in bed until the fasting is over. I managed to pass the day, though. The next day, I went off to the doctor to get a further check, and I really am just got a flu, so I was given some meds.

September 13, 2009 The day of the accident.

Today, I remembered my father asked me to try on using a trail bike, Kawasaki KLX. His friend was going to send off those bikes to Bali, so while it's still here, we got a chance to play on it for awhile. I never tried something like so before, and only got theoretical learning from my father. Yes, he ever owned and used one, but he sold it back then, before I even have a look at it. Like what I thought, he ride it pretty well and good, I'm very impressed at him, unlike my crappy skills on riding the bike. So then, we continue on using the bike to walk around, and since I know what I'm doing, looking back that I was just cured from the flu plus I'm still fasting, I thought it was just going to be a soft ride, enjoying the scenery just like a little tour.

But it turns out that I was wrong all the time. We were brought all the way to climb the hard cliffs and ride it all the way through the rocks, using the bike like our own legs. It was truly a tough one, and I keep on thinking, "Is this how my father was?!" And I learned one thing from this when I'm on the way; If you got yourself a trouble, try to get it done by yourself, or you'll get exhausted very much more than bringing back up a fallen bike. Then, we went off all the way on the cliffs like crazy, some sceneries, indeed, beautiful-with the risk of life. Since I'm still very new at this kind of bike, of course, on some climbs I need the bike to be brought up by the crew. I can't bring it up myself. And one of those climbs took me very far away, it's just the same as I'm climbing the cliff by my own leg(of course, since I'm walking all the way to the top). On the way, since I'm fasting and all tired, I keep on thinking home(yep, this situation makes me kinda wimpy), and in one of those self-talking, I said, "God, send me back home". It's granted on the climax. My father got an accident. His bike's clutch trigger was snapped off when he fell back then, and torn off one of his finger. It's really torn off pretty badly, and I see it with my very own eyes, on his bleeding hand that came off like it's a blood tap. I, myself got fell down, since it's on a river with no soil, only rocks. So I got slipped down by sliding rocks that I step on. But I only got little scratches. I screamed out "Medic! Medical properties!" to the one ahead, since I don't see anyone else going down after my father. After looking around to see that no one's bringing medical props, I see what's on my bike's tail. The medic bag. 'How stupid of me' is what I thought back then. I quickly opened it, and bring out everything that I see that could be used. I'm on a panic at that time. My father did said "My finger's torn! My finger's torn!" while holding his hand, but at that time, since there's so much blood, I can't really see it how the wound is. And also, I couldn't stand on seeing it, since just looking at it will strengthen the feel on my own finger like it's my own wound. So what's the connection between my 'wish' back then? My father's brought back to a nearby medical post, and later went off to hospital to get his finger stitched. Me? I was left there with his friends, resting for awhile to continue on the trail. But when the one who brought my father back, the guide, cam back to us, he brought a message from my father, that I have to return back. Well, at first, I feel a little disappointed that I couldn't continue, but at the same time, I need to go to my father and see how's he doing. I went off with the bike I take before, and follows one of the track crew. To make things short, I went home right away, since my father's already home, scolded by my mother(yes WE did) because of his finger. Then I see on the table, there's my father's gloves. Then I asked, "Isn't a piece of your finger inside?" he said yes. Then we talked a bit about this problem, and awhile later, the gloves was taken to be washed. My father quickly said, "Be careful cleaning it, a piece of my flesh is inside". And it's true, just like a torn limb on a zombie movie, the torn piece's very large. It contains the whole tip of the middle finger, includes the fingerprint. So just imagine your middle finger, the whole part of the fingerprint until the one below the nail is taken off. It's just like that. We end the day with my mother's scoldings.

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Well, all those were really happens, especially the last one. I don't know what's gonna be happen when my relations see my father, but my family does freaked out when they see the wiggly piece of my father's finger. But well, it couldn't stop me on getting a bike like KLX, but it does makes me traumatized to get on trailing on that kind of hazard because of what happened to my father...

Om ~toniart57, maap, lagi takut nge trail nih, gara2 bapak kena gitu, jadi takutnya nambah kenapa2 ><
Cukup punya motornya aja dah enak deh XD