As a daughter of a pre-crackpot parents,yes I am not appropriate for most of the norms.And if it’s considered that I grew up in small sea town,I had to to push it to the limits.Sometimes,when I have a trip through my childhood and adolescence memories, I feel tired…

My mother who is a runaway bride,marries my father whose first marriage ended up in a tragic way.And they start their round-the-country tour with their motorbike.Due to my father’s unstoppable baby desire,they have their first baby girl.Normally a baby domesticates both the mother and the father but my sister couldn’t manage it.They keep “going” with my sister in the middle on the top the motorbike.They quit because of daddy’s some “prison break” problems.Then the little matchless princess comes to the mortal world…TO RULE’EM ALL!!!(that’s me).
Spending whole summer in our van,playing all kinds of seasonal childhood games,growing up,playing volleyball professionally,dying my hair blue at the age of 16,creating my own dangerous events,getting arrested…everything went normal.so-did-my parents!!!
They say now,It was time to settle down and deal with their bohemian little girl to whom they wonder she has resemblance!!??!!

Anyway,It’s forbidden for me to have a motorbike,going out with stilettos,carrying a pocketknife or knuckledusters as I endanger my own and other people’s health…in a sophisticated way (yes honey It’s not a catfigth when I fight…It’s a fight)But it’s really hard not to do these things.Especially when you have friends like zoban who talks about wandering around the seaside with his vespa…

Dunno how it’d feel like after seeing 290km/h on the top of a HAYABUSA and carrying the burn mark with honnor on my upper leg but I want one!

Damn links!

link one

and the ultimate!!!

link two

And we should stop dreaming about getting a van and touring around!!We must do it!