Sunday, December 03, 2006 : Near-death.
"No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow. - Euripides"Its the stakes one takes when one plays the game of life.
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Sorry I've been late on the update. My bitch of a com just wouldn't start for the past 2 weeks. Adding salt to injury, my SPM was on. So I couldn't very well ask my parents to repair the com right?
Now that SPM's over and my com's back, I'm back in business.
First of all, lets start with how I lost 1 of my 9 lives.
Last Friday was many SPM student's happiest day of the year because it was the day of the last subject of SPM. We -me and a bunch of friends- thought we were gonna have the time of our lives. Boy, were we right -in a bad way-.
It was a trip back to my house from Giant. I refuse to relive how the accident occured so I'll just skip to the part where it happened.
A small car -driven by my friend- rammed through the divider -read: rammed through-. Then, it hit a tree -fucking tree-, rolled sideways more than 360 degrees and slid on the roof for awhile before stopping.
Now, when I was in the car, I didn't expect any of this to happen. Never, did it occur to me that such an event would take place on THAT EXACT DAY. I was sitting, blissfully unaware that the car was about to hit the divider, until my friend shouted real loud.
Then the force of the impact shook me roughly, the force of the impact with the tree shook me more.
I could see everything around me rolling around. It was as if I finally witness why scientists said the world spins on it's orbit. Until the spin came to an abrupt stop. I was lying on my back and I was able to see my fucking legs in the air, resting on the seat of the car.
I saw my friends -the driver and the driver's side passenger- getting out. I noticed my specs wasn't resting on my nose. So I decided to look for my specs. Just as I started looking around -mind you, I was upside down-, my friend -who was sitting beside me at the back seat before the accident happened- shouted "Hoi, julian, why you take so long to go out?". I didn't answer him.
Then I heard another friend's voice -the driver- shouting "FASTER COME OUT! QUICK QUICK!". Thats when I snapped back to reality and forgot bout my specs. In my mind, a probability that the car might explode occured as I could hear the sound of gas being released.
I examined my exit route only to find 2 holes available. To my left was a smaller hole than the one on my right. So I decided to take the right one. I crawled out, stomping on broken glass as I moved.
Then my other friend came out.
I looked back in, hoping to find my specs, not having high hopes. But I did find it. I put it on and examined the surroundings.
I saw oil spilling onto the tar road. I saw an overturned car lying on its roof. I saw my friend -who was sitting beside the driver. Lets call him C- with blood all over his hands kneeling on the grassy floor. I saw another friend -the driver, lets call him Z- lying on the ground with a cut on his arm talking to the phone. I saw another friend -who was sitting beside me. Lets call him Y- unharmed, uninjured, unscratched. I examined myself and found no major cuts.
The blood on C's arm was flowing like the ancient river of Babylon with wounds as thick as 2 or 3 50 cents coins stacked up together. Z was lying on the floor clutching the uninjured Y's trousers in pain.
His blood transferred onto my hands as I helped C up. A car stopped by with 4 Chinese men inside. They rolled down their windows and started talking to C. C asked whether they could help him wash the blood off his hand to clean the wound while waiting for my other friend -this friend wasn't involved in the accident as he was travelling in a different car. Lets call him K- to come but the chinese dudes declined, suggesting that he does it himself.
Macao hai. People already injured you still ask him to wash it himself. Someone ought to take a 10 foot poker stick and shove it up your ungrateful anus, you fucking piece of shitbag.
If that wasn't bad enough. I have a feeling they stole Z's wallet too while they were rummaging through the car. They looked rugged, could've easily been suspects as robbers. Especially when Z's wallet went missing.
K finally arrived and took Z and C to the hospital. Y, G -another friend who was travelling in K's car- and I waited there for the tow truck. Thats when I realised I sprained my neck and got a few cuts n bruises in the accident.
Here's what the car looked like.
^That patch of liquid beside the car is fuel.
^Thats one of the exits of the vehicle.
^Thats the view of the car after it had been turned over.---------------
After 2 and a half hours of waiting and countless audiences, the truck finally arrived with its wheels moving slower than my grandma's car.
After dealing with everything, exhaustion and thirst caught up with us -K, Y, G, Justin and I-. We went to the mamak near my house and had a couple of drinks.
C had to undergo operation on his arm to remove fragments of glass that were still in his arm. Z had some muscle injuries around his lower neck and upper chest, nothing serious.
Now, I'm gonna go rest my neck. Tataz.