"Get Outta My Way; I'll Run You Over!"

What happens to impatient drivers:

The End.

Moral of the story: Don't race to beat the pedestrian. You're in a car; they're walking. Or universally: Don't be a jerk.


Justice is served.

North or South

Graduation Exit
Only 54 days away.


Hm. I love Northern California's temporal climate and nature-like urban setting, but Southern California's calling.

Guess I'll just stay in my lane.

I'll miss you, NorCal!

Define Yourself

There's a fine line between a jerk and a lovable rogue,
between like and love, hate and contempt,
between bare and naked, restless and active,
between to see and to watch, and to strive and to go beyond.

They all wear the same mask. Just dig a bit deeper and scratch a bit harder and a line will come forth.

Waiting Sucks

For all you pedestrian rights advocates...


This man certainly knows how to cross roads: Just do it.


I don't wait for cars to stop, because they're supposed to wait for me. If they manage to almost clip me, I try to kick the car. But so far, no car has ever been that close for me to be able to do that. In the meantime, I managed to perfect my skills at getting cars to stop before crosswalks. As long as I'm in it, the law's on my side.

1) Cross, just step on the crosswalk immediately when there's sufficient opening between cars.
2) Pretend not to notice the car approaching, but stay alert whether or not it's going to stop by staring at the corner of your eye, ready to dodge.
3) Continue.

If a driver is accelerating to beat you, stop where you are to avoid being run over, and point and glare at the aggressive driver. Kick hard, real hard, if necessary. ;)