One afternoon I was making my way to the mosque to perform my Jumaat prayer. It was 1.25pm, from home, I decided to use my brother's 135 LC and started heading to the mosque. The whole way was main road with only 2 turns. About a quarter distance left returning, a silver Kembara was on its way to anywhere which i didn't give a damn where it was heading. Supposedly the driver didn't see me riding over from the corner to the main road. She quickly pulled out of the middle of the street in such close distant that it was impossible to avoid collision or to even brake... The impact was at maximum road speed. Powww!!... I heard a strange noise and then I was looking through white fog and pieces of glass broken scattered on the road. For a moment... just a moment... I asked myself if I was dead, and honestly, I was waiting for people to step through to greet me. Those expectations didn't last long as the answer fell into my mind that my head was bleeding so badly. I could see my body was drenched with blood. All I could manage to do was leaning on the road. I could barely raise my hand or even speak.
The last thing I could remember was waking up in ER. By the time I woke up, I saw a specialist doctor and I believe another trainee doctor applying medicine to my injuries and doing some stitching on it. Thank god despite of the critical bleeding on the head, I didn't encounter any further serious injuries, neither fatal damage nor physical defection. I don't remember the moment I encountered the accident very well because what had happened was that my head was the first thing to smash against the back windshield of the car and then I went flying for a fair distant... My head was bleeding and my vision was blur. The x-ray showed that my nose was broken and that I was to undergo a little surgery to fix the nose. After all, I am lucky to still have my hands and my legs. Only that, my face is full with wounds which I believe are recovering. Maybe the wounds will leave scars on my face and may defect my 'handsomeness' but yeah who cares? More importantly I am still alive!
It's been 3 days since and I'm still in the hospital to recover. I am a student of diploma in multimedia who is already in the last semester of study, so not being able to attend classes due to the nose surgery is so frustrating that I have to extend my semester.
This has been the craziest moment in life... I never believed I would be the one in the situation that I am. I guess everyone who has an accident would say the same thing.
Anyways, if you're gonna ride a motorbike, stay alert of vehicles from all directions. And watch out for those so-called unprofessional drivers
This is a true tragic story of my brother. Seriously, I thought my 2 weeks of holiday was going to be lotsa fun of me enjoying all the moments with old friends of mine. But in the end something tragic happened and I could blame no one. Though hard, I'll just have to face and endure it. It's fucking sad looking at my brother's face. As for my LC, let's not worry about it, the LC is fine. I'm just waiting for the insurance and then get my LC fixed asap. Anything else, I'm hoping for the best for my brother...
