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yesterday my car got hit by my uncle's car...it wasnt major nor was it a minur injury...
i dunno how it will turn out after he tries to fix my car...i'll just leave it to him la..

minor miracle...do u have one to share?
i dun tink i have any...bt my mum certainly has a few to share i guess..
many many years back...b4 i was even born, she and my dad got into a motorbike accident....cant remember wat she told me..just tat the bike skidded (is that how u spell it?) and she and my dad flew across the road i tink...aiya i dunno la...dun wan tok bout tis cuz im not involved so i am not clear about it..
now, lets switch to the accident when i was in it...
it happened a few years ago..i was 14,brother was 13, and he was studying in Genting College up at Genting (duh!!)..he had his home visit and we had to send him back up...
so on the way down, in front of us was a pajero..(or some big 4 wheeliez)..it was going supa slow..so my dad tried to overtake him but my mum say dun lo..cuz it was a winding road down..dangerous mah...but then..the 4 wheeler gave way lo..so tat we could overtake him..then right after we were in front...the car lost control and it skidded..it wasnt because of my dad's driving and it wasnt because of the winding road...it was because some idiotic son of a ***** purposely poured oil on the road and the car lost control (i didnt make tis up..the police told us the oil was there on purpose!!)...so the car lost control, it spinned and spinned down the road and finally overturned onto its top...we were lucky enuf tat the car stopped spinning cuz if it did continue..we would end up in some cave downhill...
when it happened...all i could remember wat my mum said was 'pa...............' (my dad)
it was worse then an ordinary roller coaster..it was the coster of nightmare!!
like i was saying..the car was upside down and so the sits are up in the air..me and my dad were at the front while my mum was at the back..she doesnt like sitting in front...
me n my dad were hanging on our sits and when the car stopped..i couldnt hear my mum!!
i panic and couldnt unbuckle the belt..but finally i could and i hit my head on the roof...my dad got down and he quickly turned back and check on mum...
she flew behind the boot (it was a four wheel drive as well)...she was unconcious... there was glass pieces everywhere beside her and she was bleeding heavily..i got so shocked my dad asked me get myself out of the car and help my mum...i tot i lost her...cuz she wasnt answering me...my hands and shirt was covered in blood....i couldnt think..i just sat there and many cars stopped to help...i was crying and i was shouting...a taxi driver said he would drive us to the nearest hospital...policed arrived but my dad didnt even cared about them..he just carried my mum and lay her in the front sit of the private taxi....
on the way down..traffic jam!! of all days!! my mum was constantly bleeding and i kept calling her and i was so happy tat she answered me...she kept saying she was very cold..at tat point...i felt even worse...i held her and cried so badly..and when we finally reached the hospital..they rushed my mum into the E.R...i stayed outside the E.R while my dad made some phone calls to his frenz to settle the car and everyting else...
after a while my dad's frenz came along wif one of their son...i was shivering and there was blood all over me...he comforted me..but tat wasnt any better...i just prayed and prayed that my mum is orite...i couldnt think about anything else...
after a few hours...doctors said mum was orite but lost lots of blood....i went to see her and i couldnt stop crying...seeing her lying there on the ER bed made me wished it was me instead of her....i felt so painful inside...wat did she do to deserve tat....she had 17 stiches on her forehead...all the pain and suffering of a mother....
when she woke up..she complained about the hospital tat they didnt do a good job so she demanded a change of a private hospital..so she did get transferred and lucky it was early..cuz it really wasnt a good job at all...there were blood clots still and so they had to clean it up all over again...she hated staying in the hospital so she asked to be discharged asap...she had to go for physio cuz she couldnt walk because of the bruces frm the collision in the accident...
her kneecap was blue black and was horrible...it was really painful...
i nursed her at home everyday till she is fully recovered..i cleaned her stiches and applied medication to fasten the recovery...

i thank God that she is orite...i thank God that we are all orite and alive...if it wasnt for God...she wouldnt have survived..thank God...

so now im used to nursing ppl..doing their bandages and all..
i nursed my mum, and my late grandparents...
knowing that i wont be abble to unwrap bandages for my grandma anymore makes me cry...
knowing that i wont be abble to change morphine patches anymore makes me sob...
i mizz them both and knowing that when i go home end of tis year i wont be abble to see my gandpa around anymore makes me so empty inside...
life is lonely without my grandma walking to the dentist wif me...
life is lonely without my grandpa asking me to send him to the doctors early in the morning...
not able to get angry at him makes me weak....i really really mizz u kong kong...are u watching me from up above wif popo....