| | I have always wondered what and who will i think about in the face of death. But when I had the split second chance to find that out, I realise that the time is way too short for me to form any thoughts.
Thus, I have concluded that you can't wait till you meet death to think about what you will think about in the face of death. Such thoughts have to happen right now.
It was the first car accident that I've met in my 27 years of living. My first was the driver's first as well. Our first had us ended up in a flipped over car (I have since avoided the use of turn-over as many people imagine the car with four wheels waving at the sky).
On the near-fatal 29th Jul, we were travelling back towards Singapore from Desaru. Full from a hearty seafood meal, we travelled on the now-familiar Tlk Sengat trunk road. The weather was rather fine, the drive as idyllic as ever. When I next glance up from messing with my new HP, it was cos I felt the driver fidgeting a bit. Then did I realise a humongous lorry heading towards us, right on our lane!
I thought that's it, we're kissing the lorry head on, even a frech one maybe (actually I probably wasn't in such a humorous mood). But I realise the driver with 17 yers driving experience under his belt managed to swerve the car left and avoided the french kiss. Voila!
But the car seemed to have lost control and skidded hard towards the right suddenly. Oh shucks, when a car loses control...next I know the grass surrounding seemed to have flipped while I held my breath. My passenger side of the car has its door against the soiled ground by now. I couldn't describe what I heard as i can't recall at all.
The above could be described in even more paragraphs but trust me, that was only a split second's happenings. Or so it seemed.
I didn't think I felt blood oozing from me anywhere. I thought I could move every single one of my limb. I looked over at the driver and realised that he had already unbuckled his seat belt and was tryin to push his door open. So he's alright too.
By now, someone had already stopped his car to help out. By the time I jumped out of the car, others were analysing the situation and possible damage. Within 2 minutes, 5 men had their hands ready to prop the car back on four wheels. It didn't look as difficult a task as I thought it would be.
As badly shaken as I was, I think I behaved alright. At least I didn't wail out crying but I thought I might feel better that way. It didn't help when onlookers commented how lucky we were to get off unhurt and that wouldn't be the case if we had hit one of the many lamp posts along the road.
The rest of the afternoon was spent mending the car and slowly, very slowly driving back to Singapore. I must have been drained emotionally as I didn't I was so affected by the car-flipping accident. In fact, I had a long night's sleep the same night.
It wasn't until when I was well-rested the next day that I had the mood to really think about what happened. And it wasn't further till the next night's sleep when I met zhou-gong teary-eyed that I realise how affected I truly was.
I suppose my shakened emotions can be appropriately compensated with 4 numbers inspired from the accident. I thought the car-plate number should suffice but my dear collegues suggested that the chassis number could be a better buy cos of their experience. And since the car flipped, I had to buy the numbers backwards as well and was not willing to risk giving up on the car-plate number. That makes 4 sets of numbers. ouch.
Yes, that should compensate...
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