Monday, March 10, 2008
my 3 weeks of annual leave+public holidays+medical leave+regular off days have officially come to an end. how fast time flies! suddenly, i feel like i've wasted all these time. on un-necessary stuff.
oh wells, i had a good rest though.
that's the most important thing!
yups!(:
my best friend, alan just passed away.
a freak bike accident.
i only got to know about the accident when i returned to singapore.
just when i touched down to singapore.
i rushed down to the hospital after my lunch and into the intensive care unit.
blk 3A, room 16.
that was the start of my nightmare.
sighs!
he was in a extremely bad state.
he swelled to twice his size;
severe brain damage, a more-than-broken shoulder bone, broken back, a burst kidney and liver.
sighs!
i wasn't able to accept his fate; neither could his family.
there i was, standing there in front of him with is mum- crying.
but he wouldn't have felt the pain; his family, his friends were holding back on.
all we knew, he was not out of danger.
he was on life support, hanging on for his life.
2 blood clots in his brain have already consumed him.
my dear friend, was lying in coma- in excrutiating pain that i wouldn't have accepted if i was him.
1st march, 12am.
that was the day he had an accident.
after being in coma for 5days, he passed off on the 5th.
he just left after holding on for 5days.
i wasn't prepared for it; neither were his family. no one was!
the doctors first said it would take about 2weeks for the swell to slowly go down.
another 2-3months for him to wake up.
but, all of a sudden- it became to 1day.
what happened? why was there a drastic change from months to 1day?
heaven knows that i wann this answer so much.
the hospital doesn't have an answer.
the police doesn't have an answer.
the only one who does, is no longer here already.
is there ever gonna have an answer, for anyone of us?
sighs!
in loving memory of Alan Ng Choon Heng;11th december 1978- 5th march 2008had a fruitful and meaningful 29 years of life.i will always miss you,
my dear friend, my dear brother, my love.
i never liked hospitals. not since i had to endure the times when daddy was admitted.
that was years ago, to be specific- when i was 8years of age.
i hated the visits to the hospital; i hate to see daddy with all the tubes, his swollen legs, the hospital uniform and the smell of disinfectant.
but i loved to visit daddy; i loved to hide below his bed to give him a shock just so he knows his baby girl's here to visit, i loved to lie beside him to a nap, i loved him hold my lil hand wit his big palm.
but all of a sudden, things turned awry.
daddy didn't have much time left in this world, and all of sudden- daddy just left.
i didn't see daddy for the last time, even though mummy told me to look him one last time.
i was afraid, i was angry.
i sat outside at the door of daddy's room, alone.
not willing to accept that he's leaving me alone, and going off alone.
ever since that day, i never enjoyed any trip to the hospital ever again.
sighs.
enough of upsetting stuff.
went down ministry on saturday, 8th march.
shuffle event; guest deejay anne savage from UK.
it was great (:
i had fun! lots of fun (:
yay (:
i can't wait for the next shuffle event next month.
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