Looking through the glass..

Accidents happen..

and one happened to me not long ago…

Here the story goes….

The event took place at Jl.Dr Eyckman, a one-way street that connects Jl. Cihampelas with Jl. Cipaganti (you’ll have the idea where is it about). That day, it was me, who got up late for the first day of the new semestar and I was the one who got ready without having breakfast so I took a packet of bread filled with blueberry jam. I did the usual stuff; I put on my pair of aqua converse sneakers and tied my hair up since the night has totally ruined its shape. I got out of the house and I was walking with a fast pace in a light shower while eating my blueberry bread (my breakie), heading to Jl. Cipaganti to catch the angkot (Ciroyom-Cicaheum it is..)

As I was just about to cross Jl. Dr. Eyckman I looked right and left (you know the way you were being taught how to cross the road when you were at primary school).. I looked left (again), the direction where any vehicle would come from (duh, it’s a one way road). There wasn’t any vehicle coming from that direction, so I casually walked (and slowly) and………………………………………………………………………………………

strangely something hit my right side and I couldn’t remember a thing other than the right side of my face hit the surface of the road and people were carrying me to the side of the road. At that point, my brain already caught up with the situation and I realised (aha!) that I have been knocked out by something, which happened to be a motorbike.

I truly hated the fact that I was concious – I’d rather go unconcious and find myself awake in a hospital bed without knowing what had happened. I was sitting there in the side of the road with people surrounding me who were actually trying to corner the motorbike driver who had hit me. They were totally blaming him for not obeying the ONE WAY ROAD RULE.

I couldn’t spoke at that time, my eyes were just filled with tears. I was crying, not because of the pain (well my right cheek was hurt for hitting the road surface and I felt pain all over my right leg and foot but it was still tolerable), but because of the thought that I could have been sitting in a warm room, casually joking or talking or gossiping with my classmates, waiting for my chemistry lecturer to come. Instead, I was sitting on a side of a road in a rainy morning with dirty clothes, wet messy hair and eyes full of tears (I have to admit that the shoelaces of my converse sneakers were broke too >_<) and I had no one with me. All I wanted there was someone, a family member, a relative, a friend or at least someone I know with me. Of course the people were asking if I was alright. I only nodded and told them, "I just want my Mum and Dad."

Luckily enough, some people recognised me and know where I live so I think they have gone to my house and told someone that I had been hit by a motorbike because not long after my sister, Amanda and the maid in our house, Teh Esih had come. Later my Mum came (my Dad wasn’t there, he was out of town). My Mum stayed to sort out some stuff with the bad driver (he wasn’t actually bad, he looked like a nice guy and he looked like he was feeling very guilty. He just did a mistake, he might be a bad driver for not obeying one of the road rules but it doesn’t mean that he’s not a good guy) while the chauffer took me to the hospital. Amanda and Teh Esih accompanied me.

My eyes were still filled with tears when I went inside the UGD room at Advent hospital. I laid on a hospital bed and the doctor checked me.

He asked, "Did you go unconcious"

I shook my head

"Did you throw up after the accident?"

I shook my head again. "No," I said this time with a tiny voice.

"Only cried?", he smiled.

I still nodded and wiped the tears off my eyes. I felt quite embarassed for being a cry-baby.

Later the doc touched my face and other parts where my body was hurt to check for any broken bones. He said later that I was perfectly alright.

"Only bruises," he told me, "You can go home now. Just have a rest for about six hours. If there’s anything wrong, just come back."

We went home. The motorbike driver had said his truly regret and paid for the doctor and the medication for my bruises. Everything was sorted. I stayed home that day.

This accident wasn’t such a big deal but it did give me a better picture how is it like being in an accident. I always watch movie, and when there is someone getting hit by a car I always wonder how it feels like. Maybe it would be just how I feel when I got hit by a motorbike, except that the force is bigger so I might get unconcious straight away. Maybe it would be the same feeling as falling over the top of a building, except that I would die straight away.

My sister said to me, "Oooh, I thought it would have been a bigger accident. I thought there would be blood everywhere, and ambulance and…..".  She continued with her imagination.

True, it could have been cooler if the accident involved blood on the road, ambulance sirene, me going unconcious and relatives crying while surrounding me in ambulance going "Kaca, kaca, don’t leave now.. we love you… etc etc", just like in the movie. But, uh, since it MY LIFE were talking here, and it’s the one that’s gonna be put on a risk if that kind of thing happening, I am grateful that it’s all only BRUISED ^^ and I didn’t go unconcious. I went to campus today, looking happy as usual, and people got puzzled when they remember they heard me having an accident yesterday.

<3 Kaca xoxoxoxoxox

P.S. Thx for everyone who had been worried about me.. I <3 u guys

This story started when my Mum bought a new aquarium set, complete with all the fish, reefs, light and other thingy I actually don’t get what they are. I have to admit the aquarium looks beautiful with all the "Finding Nemo"-like fishes but in much smaller sizes (Mum said all the fish has actually run out and the only ones left are the little ones). We actually have a lot of members of the finding Nemo set in the aquarium, we don’t have Dory, the starfish, the shrimp and of course we wouldn’t have the shark or the turtle though, but we do have Nemo, Marlin, Flo, Gin, and other fishes ^^

Well, the aquarium looked stunning, with all the little fishies and the colourful reefs (yeah, there are lots of them with lots of different colours, there’s green one, brown one, yellow one, pink ones!!!!).

However, that utopian look of the aquarium didn’t last for long.. dum.. dum.. dum.. What actually happening is that the reefs are dying one by one, they’re started losing their leaves (is that what it’s called), and lost all their colours and turns all brownish-yucky looking. Some of the fish died too, we’ve still got plenty left but two actually died and we lost our sea-horse (I was sad, I loved that seahorse, it looked very funny).

So the reefs are dying one by one and now they are all dead (our aquarium was filthy for a while but it has been cleaned and we changed the water so it’s all clear again now), and guess What?? Only ONE reef is still alive and our hypothesis (me & my sister made this) is that that reef is EVIL, pure EVIL I’m telling you. I think it actually absorbs the energy and the life of other reefs to keep itself alive, and it’s taken the food from other reefs’ life >< Ooooh, isn’t that horrible!! That reef is actually getting bigger and bigger each day.. It used to be my favourite reef because it’s pink but now I hate it I’d rather it die.. Why can’t he just live by getting along with other reefs.. oooh he’s sooo evil.. (Well, of course I told my boyfriend this story, and he said that a reef can’t possibly be evil, maybe it’s just better at absorbing the food more than the other reefs..).. Well whatever, I still hate that reef (even though it’s pink), and I wish it would just die just like the other reefs in our aquarium.. And oh, thankfully, our fishes are living happily even though their home is not as colourful as it used to be ^^ and me & my sis still thinks that the pink reef is evil!!!

<3 Written by Kaca xoxoxoxoxo

If you want to see the aquarium, just stop by at my house and you can see the evil reef!!! LOL