Saturday, 25 October 2008
Is The Reaper Calling? Or Am I Calling Him?
I feel this is a something too interesting not to post, but some may feel it is gross or just a desperate plea for attention. Either way, I don’t really care because it is my life here. I am just writing down what happened to me for me and those who want to know about it. So here goes, the second time I nearly died in October.
First, some history, the first time I experienced near death experience in October was when I was walking from Lot10 towards Lou Yat to meet up with a friend of mine. Originally we planned to meet in Sungai Wang, but then she spilt juice on her laptop. Long story short, laptop was fried and she needed to send it for fixing. On my way there, as I walked pass some double storied shop houses, I heard the shattering sounds of porcelain. I knew it fell nearby but as I was unaware of it’s exact proximity, I idly walked on. It was seconds later that I noticed the glances of other pedestrians, and when someone told me “leng chai, you were very lucky arr…”, I finally realized what happened. No, not the fact that I was handsome (kidding…), but that the flower pot which fell from the second story landed just mere inches to my right. If it did land on my head, I would have suffered some serious head damage, and could have be dead. It was like a scene from some television series which one would say it was too ridiculous to happen in real life, but it did. And let me assure you, it was not as funny as one might think. Anyhow, I manage to keep my cool and continued on my way towards my destination.
The next time I nearly died was today. The morning of the 25th of October. Just a day after my birthday. I had planned to sleep early on the 24th in order to wake up early to go for a morning jog (finally… I have been so lazy lately.). So I set my alarm and switched off the lights around 10p.m. I dosed off and awoke a mere hour later only to find myself struggling to fall back into slumber. I tossed and turned until the clock turned 3, and I finally gave up. I got up, and started watching shows and surfing the web on my computer. Realising that I had not eaten anything since my birthday cake at midnight of 24th October (Don’t ask how I survived a whole day without eating. Some of my friends even think I don’t eat at all, hence don’t even bother asking me out for dinner.), I decided to make some instant noodles to give me a little energy boost for my jog. Little did I know how severe the consequences of this action could have been later.
Seeing as it was almost 6a.m., I got into my running shoes and went for my jog. I was rather relieved to see my stamina had not degraded too much over the long period of time I have not been jogging. I went through my usual track with a slight modification in the beginning and finished my jog in about 40 minutes. Before heading back to my room, I went to check on an activity room which I was planning to use for studying later. Walking towards the student centre, I noticed that my inner ears began to hurt. Shaking it off as nothing serious, I checked the room out and went back to shower. Needless to say, I was tired physically and mentally. Every time I close my eyes in the shower, the temptation to just fall asleep right then and there gets stronger and stronger.
[The following paragraph is slightly very disturbing. I would not suggest one to read it. Just skip to the next one.]
Somehow I manage to shower without falling asleep but a sudden nauseating sensation hit me. I was not in a clear state of mind, but the only things that were on my mind were vomiting and falling asleep. A deadly combination, I assure you, especially after I realized how much vomit was there. It would have been a very disgusting way to have died. Chocked to death by one’s own puke in his sleep while completely naked just after turning 18. That’s headline material right there. I was lucky that the slight alcoholic scent of my toner triggered my expulsion of undigested food from my mouth. But I vomited in my sink and that means more cleaning up for me. I have no idea why but every time I vomit, I will feel the urge to use the loo to expel more stuff from the other end. And this time, it came out black. So I had brown goo in my sink and black goo in my toilet bowl. But I was not in any condition to clean up the mess yet.
[End of disgusting paragraph]
After all that, I was drained of any energy I had left. My vision suddenly got dimmer and dimmer. I couldn’t stand up straight. I hurried to my bed and sat down as my vision turned into temporary darkness. I don’t know why but the darkness I saw was heavily laden with flowers with 5 thin white petals each. It was a truly a strange sight and I am glad it didn’t last for long. I soon regain my normal vision and more control of my body. I sat in silence for a while to make sure that I was fine before going on to clean up the mess in my bathroom. Worst of all, all these experiences made me so alert I was unable to fall asleep anytime soon. So I went on my day with an empty digestion track, no sleep and just full on caffeine. Needless to say, I didn’t last long. I was unable to focus on my studies and gave up studying after 3 hours. I had a rushed first meal around 3p.m. after a short 2-hours nap which I forced myself into taking.
I presume my life has return to normalcy as I write this awaiting my friend for dinner, but I can’t seem to shake off the suspicions in my mind on whether I have been cursed, or was I suppose to die anytime soon? Two life-threatening incidents in less than 30 days of one another? Did the Almighty above decide that 18 years was long enough for me? There may be many things I have yet to experience, but I have no qualms dying as I am now. After all, I have always been there only when needed/wanted (not often, I should mention, unless the utilization of my brain is required.) and sidelined into oblivion when no such thought occurs. Dying doesn't sound all that bad, especially when I can't think of one personal thought to do otherwise.
Related Songs : This Temporary Life - Death Cab For Cutie, I Have Nothing - Whitney Houston
First, some history, the first time I experienced near death experience in October was when I was walking from Lot10 towards Lou Yat to meet up with a friend of mine. Originally we planned to meet in Sungai Wang, but then she spilt juice on her laptop. Long story short, laptop was fried and she needed to send it for fixing. On my way there, as I walked pass some double storied shop houses, I heard the shattering sounds of porcelain. I knew it fell nearby but as I was unaware of it’s exact proximity, I idly walked on. It was seconds later that I noticed the glances of other pedestrians, and when someone told me “leng chai, you were very lucky arr…”, I finally realized what happened. No, not the fact that I was handsome (kidding…), but that the flower pot which fell from the second story landed just mere inches to my right. If it did land on my head, I would have suffered some serious head damage, and could have be dead. It was like a scene from some television series which one would say it was too ridiculous to happen in real life, but it did. And let me assure you, it was not as funny as one might think. Anyhow, I manage to keep my cool and continued on my way towards my destination.
The next time I nearly died was today. The morning of the 25th of October. Just a day after my birthday. I had planned to sleep early on the 24th in order to wake up early to go for a morning jog (finally… I have been so lazy lately.). So I set my alarm and switched off the lights around 10p.m. I dosed off and awoke a mere hour later only to find myself struggling to fall back into slumber. I tossed and turned until the clock turned 3, and I finally gave up. I got up, and started watching shows and surfing the web on my computer. Realising that I had not eaten anything since my birthday cake at midnight of 24th October (Don’t ask how I survived a whole day without eating. Some of my friends even think I don’t eat at all, hence don’t even bother asking me out for dinner.), I decided to make some instant noodles to give me a little energy boost for my jog. Little did I know how severe the consequences of this action could have been later.
Seeing as it was almost 6a.m., I got into my running shoes and went for my jog. I was rather relieved to see my stamina had not degraded too much over the long period of time I have not been jogging. I went through my usual track with a slight modification in the beginning and finished my jog in about 40 minutes. Before heading back to my room, I went to check on an activity room which I was planning to use for studying later. Walking towards the student centre, I noticed that my inner ears began to hurt. Shaking it off as nothing serious, I checked the room out and went back to shower. Needless to say, I was tired physically and mentally. Every time I close my eyes in the shower, the temptation to just fall asleep right then and there gets stronger and stronger.
[The following paragraph is slightly very disturbing. I would not suggest one to read it. Just skip to the next one.]
Somehow I manage to shower without falling asleep but a sudden nauseating sensation hit me. I was not in a clear state of mind, but the only things that were on my mind were vomiting and falling asleep. A deadly combination, I assure you, especially after I realized how much vomit was there. It would have been a very disgusting way to have died. Chocked to death by one’s own puke in his sleep while completely naked just after turning 18. That’s headline material right there. I was lucky that the slight alcoholic scent of my toner triggered my expulsion of undigested food from my mouth. But I vomited in my sink and that means more cleaning up for me. I have no idea why but every time I vomit, I will feel the urge to use the loo to expel more stuff from the other end. And this time, it came out black. So I had brown goo in my sink and black goo in my toilet bowl. But I was not in any condition to clean up the mess yet.
[End of disgusting paragraph]
After all that, I was drained of any energy I had left. My vision suddenly got dimmer and dimmer. I couldn’t stand up straight. I hurried to my bed and sat down as my vision turned into temporary darkness. I don’t know why but the darkness I saw was heavily laden with flowers with 5 thin white petals each. It was a truly a strange sight and I am glad it didn’t last for long. I soon regain my normal vision and more control of my body. I sat in silence for a while to make sure that I was fine before going on to clean up the mess in my bathroom. Worst of all, all these experiences made me so alert I was unable to fall asleep anytime soon. So I went on my day with an empty digestion track, no sleep and just full on caffeine. Needless to say, I didn’t last long. I was unable to focus on my studies and gave up studying after 3 hours. I had a rushed first meal around 3p.m. after a short 2-hours nap which I forced myself into taking.
I presume my life has return to normalcy as I write this awaiting my friend for dinner, but I can’t seem to shake off the suspicions in my mind on whether I have been cursed, or was I suppose to die anytime soon? Two life-threatening incidents in less than 30 days of one another? Did the Almighty above decide that 18 years was long enough for me? There may be many things I have yet to experience, but I have no qualms dying as I am now. After all, I have always been there only when needed/wanted (not often, I should mention, unless the utilization of my brain is required.) and sidelined into oblivion when no such thought occurs. Dying doesn't sound all that bad, especially when I can't think of one personal thought to do otherwise.
Related Songs : This Temporary Life - Death Cab For Cutie, I Have Nothing - Whitney Houston
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