Back from Changi General Hospital and I'm feeling too good now. Not that I'm sick, but seeing my friend lying there in the intensive care unit. Although we don't have really close friendship, but it really aches seeing him lie there and seeing that every breathe he take seems to take so much of his energy. He's fighting hard. And we all know that.
He's the best fighter in class, the fittest of all. He's the stud in class. And I always telling my girl-friends that he's the number one cutest in class. But no matter how strong you, be it being able to run the longest, swim the furthest or cycle the fastest. When accident happens, everything shattered like a glass falling onto the ground.
Life's so fragile and unpredictable. You might be training hard or partying hard today. But when accidents happen, you just be like him lying there, feeling so helpless. You wish you could just hug your mum who had been trying to wake you up for the million times. Or hug your girlfriend who comes down to visit you everyday after her work. Or stays right by you on weekends. But you just couldn't. All you can do feel their touch, but you could not reciprocate what they are doing.
It's just so hurting to see the person whom I always play my stupidest kung fu tricks on, now lying helplessly there. I thought I was strong enough. But seeing him there just make things difficult. I feel sorry for the family. My tears filled up my eyes, but I can't let it flow. Seeing his mum and girlfriend being so strong and looking on the bright side, the tears just held back by its own.
But I'm not superman or wonderwoman, emotions fills me now. I cant hold them back and it's flowing fast. It's pain and I'm hurting. Yet I've no idea why all these emotions hit me this hard.
Just hope he wakes up and be able to joke around soon.
This is awkard. I'm suppose to introduce myself here. But I guess if you are able to read this page,
you are 80% a very close pal of mine. Which also means whatever I've typed here is just bullsh*t.
Aint I right? Just continue reading my random-ness then.
