Who is who

1. I had a speech in Indonesia for 700 people.

2. I was working as a construction worker. My favorite flowers are rhododendron and lily.

3. I got a piercing on my face as a revenge to my parents for not letting me go to a music festival

4. I am rather good at handling a sword, having spent 6 years of my youth fencing.

At the age of 17, I achieved 3th category carpenter professionalism

I have been traveling 70 times to Kingdom of Jordan in Middle-East.

I was cycling to the lab of the university, like every morning. And I happened to pass by a beautiful woman in red pants and, of course, I looked back. The next moment I was flying over my front handlebar to the ground - face down. I had hit a car - - - - - a parking car. ....I sit up and saw blood pouring in my hand from my face. Guess, who runs to me to help? That woman that I passed by. She and some other people called an ambulance and I was taken to an emergency room. Nothing serious besides few stitches and a broken bike, glasses and pride. BUT before that, the woman had taken my bike under her care and left me her phone number, so I could call her after I'm released to get my bike. So, that's what I did. She picked me up from the hospital, took at her place and patched me up again as my bandages were already bloody again. She offered food and was extremely caring. I started to suspect that she knew why I hit the ground. BUT, nothing else happened. We were both taken at the time, even though our partners were few thousand km away. She took me back to my place and I never saw her again.

My first (and last) diving attempt ended with emergency.

My car's top speed is 130 km/h.

At my own bachelor party, I broke my leg so badly that I had to be in a wheelchair still, it happened like this. On the day of the bachelor party, our company went to Surupi to see the bunkers and on the way I had to drink a pint of Karl beer for every 5 km. By the time we got there I was already so drunk I could not understand nor think straight at all. When we arrived at the place, the door to the bunker was boarded up. I remembered my karate and then I decided to kick it out. I missed the door and with all my foolishness hit the iron frame of the door and broke my mosel on my right leg under the kneecap so that the bone split into many pieces and stuck out of the flesh like Rose. From this intense pain, I instantly sobered up and lost consciousness for a minute. As we drove to the hospital, I screamed out the lowered window in pain. The leg was assembled, they put 16 bolts and 2 plates. My rehabilitation lasted 7 months.